It had been enough water to make her sick at first, and she was sure she’d vomit all of it right back up. “Puke, Kayla, and you’ll just have to ...drink those other twelve bottles from the case,” Emily had warned her. So for most of the fitness test she’d been more concerned about keeping the water down than about pissing it out. It had been a dizzying, disorienting hour, trying to rush and jump and lunge and grab while queazy from a stomach pushed out too full and heavy.But now the problem was in. Do I need to ask how it went with you?”Lucy smiles and giggles a little. “I’ve never been better and it went fabulous. Did you miss me?”“Yes,” Brea says exaggeratedly. “It’s was absolutely boring being all alone. I did some swimming and walking on the beach and I had to fight off so many boys.”“Maybe you should have gotten you some,” Lucy teases.“Mom!” Brea shouts. “I don’t want any of those boys.” She grins and tries to hide it, but Lucy catches it.“What happened?” Lucy asks.“Not much, except. I was thinking about that disturbing yet somehow entrancing sight for the rest of the night, rolling nervously on the bed before I finally fell asleep. When I woke up, I was completely rock hard and well aware of what I had been dreaming about even though I didn’t want to admit it.“Goddamn it,” I groaned, knowing I had to meet the family in the kitchen. Mom didn’t say anything, and neither did I. It seemed like this was one of those things which would be forgotten and not talked about. Not that. .. Well, before I killed them, too. If they wanted to feed the poor, fine, nothing wrong with that goal, unlike their others. They would just do it in a way that they never expected.“They believe in self-sacrifice, don’t they? Time to put their flesh where their mouths were. Let’s do it. I wonder how dead Sparrows taste? Tough meat or tender?” I chuckled, lending my hand to the work of cleaning and preparing the meat.It was hard work, at least harder than expected, but we got the deed done, and.