BrokenTune

‘God,’ she said, closing her eyes.

‘Caroline, he’s old.’

‘Does that make it better?’

‘I give you my word, he won’t suffer.’

She sat tensely for a moment; then her shoulders sank, she let out her breath, and all the bitterness seemed to bleed away from her.

She said, ‘Oh, take him. Everything else has gone, why not take him too? I’m sick of fighting it.’

Grrrr. I forgot how rage-inducing this part of the book is. 

This is one of those books that I want to shove a character off a cliff, or hit them with a shovel in the woods, or... Anyway, that particular reaction is even stronger on the re-read.

It's not Caroline I mean, tho.