“Well, what are you gonna do now?”
“Please, just shut up and go away.”
“I SAID GO! GO AWAY! I DON’T WANT YOU AROUND ANYMORE! SHOO! SHOO, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF MY BODY! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU ANYMORE! I DON’T CARE IF YOU HELPED ME WITH THIS BOOK, OR CAN MAKE ME THROW UP ON COMMAND OR SOMETHING ELSE, JUST KINDLY PACK YOUR BAGS AND SHOVE IT! SHOVE IT! GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!”
“I-Is this about the cat...”
“GET OUT! GET OUT! Get out...NOW!”
Everything stopped. Mostly. She wouldn’t say anything, I wouldn’t ask. It was my fault, anyway. I chased off the cat after it had rightfully scratched me. I had refused to ask for help. And what was worse...once the cat was driven off, the sisters, except Olga, stopped talking to me altogether.
That was fine, I was solitary anyway. It was Olga I had eventually learned to fear the most because she talked.
How did I know? The thick Russian accent with which she commanded another sister to fetch her a whip.“O, dorogoy. Razve ya vas ispugat’ etu pros’bu , ved’ma ? Tak zhe, kak ty otpugnula kak Bogoroditsu i yeye znakomyy s neuvazhitel’nym, koshchunstvennoy ton?!”
“Net, ty ne sdelal. I u menya bylo dostatochno! Khvatit!”"Ona lyubila tebya.”