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Then she drove the steak knife into the nun’s left eyeball. There was a soft squishing sound and a muffled scream, but most of the scene was concealed from the spectators by Min’s own form. Sister Nancy tried to grab Min, though the effort was already too little too late, for the knife had punctured some part of the Reverend Mother’s brain. The young girl yanked the blade back out of Tonya’s eye socket and swung it behind her to slash across one of Nancy’s outreached arms. Nancy whimpered softly, which could hardly be heard over the room full of terrified screaming children who had finally realized what just happened.
Those closest to Min still heard her mutter her last words, with a calm all to her own. “An eye for an eye, isn’t it? The two of us have always been blind.”
And with that, she took the knife to herself, driving her head forth as hard she could into the pointed edge. As it sliced cleanly into her right eye, Min crumpled to the floor like a dropped puppet, never to move again.
I forgive you Min. So does your mother.
There were lots of pine trees around their house. That much, Min remembered. The house itself was a fairly box-like modern trope, one that evoked resemblances to a log cabin without committing to the look. She would take every opportunity, of course, to run outside on this lawn and play with their golden retriever, Lethe. Her parents would watch them play a five-year-old’s version of fetch or tug of war from the small porch that slipped out the glass sliding doors in the back.