“That’s enough out of you, you piece of yellow gone-to-waste. Unless you still want to call the police.” My voice had taken on a new shrill pitch. “I’ve done what you wanted me to do; another word and I’ll do what I want to do—” She looked at me with widening eyes. “I believe you would,” she said, opening the door. “I believe you would.” “I not only would, I’d love it,” I said.
