“I suppose I knew you’d find me someday,” it sighed, stretching luxuriously. “After all, I’m sure it’s all you’ve been doing. Looking for me.”
I thought of when I’d burned her clothes in the backyard and said nothing.
Lady Alligator cocked its head, surveying me with the same bored impatience I remembered so well from my few young years as a husband. Its eyes above that slitted, inhuman nose… they were Miranda’s, there was no mistaking that, and I think perhaps it was the worst part, that though the rest of her had become a monster the eyes hadn’t changed at all.
