“Ma'am," I tell her. "Your husband was trying to eat you."
"A misundertanding !" she insists, still waving the only arm she has left.
I press my fingers to the bridge of my nose. "He ripped off your arm."
"An accident."
"He ate it."
"He was hungry. It's a shame to let these things go to waste.”
―
Rebecca Schaeffer,
City of Nightmares