An Evil Eye

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Marta said: “How shall we use the broken glass?”

“I was rather counting on you to come up with an idea.”

He heard her sigh. “I have,” she said.

She carefully drew the shard of glass toward her, with her toes.

She tucked her foot beneath her. Her fingers were cold; her feet were cold; she did not feel the glass in her fingers until the blood ran.

Palewski heard her give a gasp.

“Are you all right?”

“I have a knife, kyrie.” He heard the triumph in her voice, and said nothing.

At the same moment he heard the sound of the cellar door swinging open.