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Maureen let the elastic snap back against her belly. She bent over the tailgate, very aware of how the rain now fingered her back, soaked through the seat of her shorts and streamed down her legs, but struggling not to let the exciting feel of it overwhelm her. |
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I'm gonna get those suckers, she told herself. I'm gonna roll in their blood and that'll be even better than the rain. |
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She held her right hand to steady it, and pushed the key into the lock. She twisted the key. She opened the tailgate. She leaned into the darkness, savoring the way her sodden shorts pulled taut against her buttocks but regretting the loss of the rain on her head and back. Soon, she found the jack. She dropped the keys, wrapped her hand around the steel bar of the tire tool, and pulled it out. |
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Turning away, she swung the bar through the air. |
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'Break their heads apart,' she muttered. |
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She rushed toward the house. The grass was thick and slippery. She wanted to dive onto it and roll over. But she kept running. |
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She pressed her way through shrubbery at the front of the big window. Leaves rubbed against her. Limbs poked and scraped her. |
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Then she was at the window. |
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She drew the tire iron back and hammered it through the glass. |
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