I feel like a fox in a henhouse full of Catholic girls.

I should have known the power-hungry slave drivers at River's Edge would see my five days of freedom only as a challenge to be filled.

He seems so.. English sometimes, kind of distant or reserved, but then he'll look at me, and his eyes see right through to my soul.

Could he actually be my muirn beatha dan?

Robbie turned to the house again. "Got a flashlight?" "Of course not." I smirked. "That would make me too well prepared, wouldn't it?

Better stupid and safe that smart and dead.

Please, ground, just open up and let me fall into an endless crevasse till I hit the center of the earth and combust. Please. Is that too much to ask?