His words slashed through Grace worse than the dogs' consistent yapping.
Craving sweets, Grace searched the kitchen, gathering ingredients. "Things' better off dead than neglected!" She thought, procuring the last parcel, under cover of darkness.
Silence greeted her the following day.
"Finally!"
The reprieve was short-lived as children sobbing replaced the howling.
"It never ends."
Grace ground gelatin for gummi treats.
"Take one." She offered. Nothing digests grief like dessert or revenge."
Alex scarfed them down and asked Anne.
"Do you know how gelatin is made?"
"No?"
"Ground up animal bones," Grace interrupted. "Have another."