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MTV clone. The way sh e moved between the trees – it was as if she were a Gree k nymph descended t o earth for an afternoon frolic. Mary was fully alive when she danced, filled with energy. H er dance was an art, and the interesting thing was that she did it to ordinary rock blasting out of the boom box.
    When Ange la finally did speak up, Mary st opped an d stared at her. She immediately turned off the music, b ut she wasn't embarr assed or angry. She just said, “ You're n ew here, aren't you? My name's M ary.”
    Want to be friends?
    Mary hadn't said the l atter, but she could have. She has taken Angela under her wing that very day. Angela had never met anyone with such incredible self-confidence – too cool to care about being cool. Besides being an incredibl e dancer, Mary could paint, sing, play the flute, and make – so she said – incredible love. Jim , she said, was the best.
    Three months ago. The best .
    And last night she had done everything in her power to kill him.
    “I’ll kill you if I have to – to g e t to h im.”
    Suddenly Mary was at th e door, being l ed inside by a uniformed officer. She sat down in a chair across fro m Angela . The chair was metal, bolted to the floor, an d Mary was handcuffed to it with her good hand. Sh e had already changed into prison clothes. The grey shi rt and trousers looked like unwashed pyjamas – baggy an d unflattering. Angela was appalled at the change in h er friend's appearance.
    Ordinarily Mary was a beauty. Her brown hair was c ut short, as was Angela's, but it wasn't the same beca use Mary's had that extra gloss that separated the blessed fro m the non-blessed. At least that was what Angela had to ld M a ry not long after they'd met. Mary had been quick to disagree. Mary's eyes were large and liquid green, Angela's a simple blue. Mary was voluptuous – in a bathing suit she c ou ld turn heads a hundred yards away. Angela was slight and had trouble gaining weight, probably because she seld om ate much.
    Eating wouldn't be a priority that day. Just looking at Mary took away her appetite. Mary had a huge bandage wra pped round her head, and the doctors had not spared h er hair while treating her wound. They had lopped off a handful of it ri ght at the top. Common treatment for a murderess, Angela supposed. Her right hand was ban daged to her wrist. Nguyen could shoot straight.
    Mary stared across the table at her with bloodshot eyes.
    “ Well ,” Angela said.
    “ Well, ” Mary muttered.
    “How's your head?”
    “I don't know.”
    “Does it hurt?” Angela asked.
    “ I don't know.”
    “Did you sleep last night?”
    “ A little. Did you?”
    “ Some ,” Angela said.
    “ That's good. What are you doing here? ”
    “I came to see how you're doing.”
    “ I'm all right . Anything else?”
    “Yeah.”
    “What?” Mary said.
    “ You kno w what. What the hell happened?”
    Mary sh rugged. “You were there. You saw it all.”
    “T ha t 's not what I mean, and you know it. Why did you do it?”
    Mary acted bored. “ If I told you , you wouldn't believe me.”
    “ Try me . ”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “ You won' t believe me.”
    “ Mary, you killed two pe ople. You almost killed a third – Jim . How do you feel about that?”
    Mary stared at the floor . “I feel nothing.”
    “ Nothing? Not even regret? God, do you know w hat you've done to their families?”
    Mary took a breath. “I feel bad fo r their families. I also feel regret.”
    Angela sighed . “I know you must.”
    “I reg ret that the cop stopped me before I could get Jim.”
    Angela was exasperated. “ Why? What did Jim do to you?”
    Mary raised her eyes to Angela's . “ He didn't do anythi ng to me.”
    Angela paused. “ Did he do anything to anyone else?”
    “ Trust me, Angie. Ther e's no point in talking about it.”
    “ What did Jim do? ” Angela insisted.
    A bitter chuckle escaped Mary. “Boy, if you only knew.”
    A remark Mary had made the previous night came