Interlude

The woman's fingers ran over the counter, in the corner there was a slight whimper from the dog. It was silenced with a single look. Focusing back on the counter, she thought of how easy it would be to just smash this dirty little kitchen to bits, at least its contents. what measly existence this girl had chosen to live. No, I best not. The noise would likely wake her. The woman continued her prowl. She saw the book. As always, it was marked to John Donne, the only one in there by him.
"Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all the past years are,
Or who cleft the Devil's foot,"
I'll tell you where all the past years are, Fey dear. They're here with me.................... just like you.