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"
Is
it
?
It
won
’
t
be
.
You
’
ll
wish
you
never
heard
it
.
"
That
remains
to
be
seen
,
I
answered
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
kill
you
.
I
realize
you
’
d
let
me
starve
to
death
.
Just
the
thing
you
would
do
.
"
I
suppose
I
never
brought
you
any
food
these
last
days
?
She
couldn
’
t
answer
that
one
,
she
just
started
at
me
in
the
old
style
.
"
You
’
re
not
keeping
me
prisoner
any
more
.
You
’
re
keeping
death
prisoner
.
"
Have
some
breakfast
anyhow
,
I
said
.
Well
,
from
that
time
on
she
ate
normally
,
but
it
wasn
’
t
like
before
.
She
hardly
spoke
,
if
she
did
it
was
always
sharp
and
sarcastic
,
she
was
so
bad
-
tempered
there
was
no
staying
with
her
.
If
I
was
ever
there
more
than
a
minute
when
it
wasn
’
t
necessary
she
used
to
spit
at
me
to
get
out
.
One
day
soon
after
,
I
brought
in
a
plate
of
perfectly
nice
baked
beans
on
toast
and
she
just
picked
it
up
and
hurled
it
straight
at
me
.
I
felt
like
giving
her
a
good
clip
over
the
earhole
.
About
this
time
I
was
fed
up
with
the
whole
thing
,
there
didn
’
t
seem
any
point
in
it
,
I
tried
everything
,
but
she
would
keep
on
holding
that
evening
against
me
.
It
was
like
we
had
reached
a
dead
end
.
Then
one
day
she
actually
asked
for
something
.
I
got
in
the
habit
of
leaving
at
once
after
supper
before
she
could
shout
at
me
,
but
this
time
she
said
,
stop
a
minute
.
