olcsealgairemiller
“No I do not want much.” He yawned again but was looking at her without really moving. “That will be fine Harriet.” His fingers needed to be doing something but he didn’t have any of his drawing materials in the house so he sat quietly waiting for her to cook their dinner.
Harriet got started on dinner and was quiet for a while before she found the silence uncomfortable. “Tell me a story.” she called to him. “Something you’ve never told anyone else before.”
“To tell this story you have to know why it happened so we will start at the beginning.” Olcsealgaire rose and came into the kitchen setting himself in one of the chairs awkwardly. He sounded out of it still but not in pain. He was looking at Harriet as he spent a few moments thinking about where to begin.
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Part of Harriet knew she should be alarmed by this story. That she should think Olcsealgaire a bad person for getting revenge like that. But she could not bring herself to see any evil in him. People did horrible things to each other all the time. He had someone taken from him, so she could see how he thought it only fair to destroy the man who had caused him so much grief. She too had thought about bringing physical harm or even death upon those who had wronged her, so she understood. She approached him slowly and cautiously, then knelt down before him and took his hand in hers. “He deserved to die.” she said softly. “Shooting him was a merciful way to kill him after all the suffering he put you through.” And while Harriet was not a violent person, nor did she really condone violence, she meant what she said. Maybe it was because she cared about Olcsealgaire so much that to think of him suffering made her more irrationally angry than normal. Either way, she hoped Casey was in Hell for what he had done. “I’m sorry that you had to lose someone so close to you. That’s a pain worse than death.” she whispered.