But no, it brought out the worst in Dorothy.
She aggravated his aggression. She made him hit her, she didn’t know how.
She knew it was true, he told her so. She cried.
She accepted responsibility.
She didn’t make herself attractive anymore.
She knew it was true, he told her so. She tried.
She put on her magic shoes, the ones with killer heels. Once they’d done their work; she clicked the heels together.
She was free.