When Violet turned around, she had fully expected to see Elsie Lancaster standing there in her full, haughty splendor, ready to rain hell upon her. Instead, her brows furrowed when she was met with a much less threatening sight. Sharon.
The same Sharon whose face she had lovingly introduced to a plate of ruined food on their very first meeting.
Violet blinked. Some people really did love pain
As though she hadn't heard a thing, Violet turned to Lila with a mocking light in her eyes. "Did you catch that? Mother Hen isn't here to handle business, so her little chick thinks it can flap its wings and fly?"
Lila caught the vibe and ran with it immediately.
"A flying chick? That's new. Have you ever seen a chick fly?"
Violet feigned deep thought. "No, I haven't. Does that even exist? Perhaps it's an entirely new species."
"What new specie? That's delusion of the highest grandeur!" Lila howled with laughter.
