“I want to say I’m sorry. I was wicked last night.” I was still and cold, looking at her and remembering. “I was very wicked,” she said. “I never should have reminded you of why they all died.” “Then don’t remind me now.” I could not move my hand to reach over and take hers.”

“I want to say I’m sorry. I was wicked last night.” I was still and cold, looking at her and remembering. “I was very wicked,” she said. “I never should have reminded you of why they all died.” “Then don’t remind me now.” I could not move my hand to reach over and take hers.”

— Shirley Jackson