Forgive, O Lord,
my little jokes on thee...
His eyes widened, and his mouth gaped open.
He tried to say something, but no words came out. He scratched at his throat a little, and then desperately padded and pawed at his chest, almost as though he felt something... alive... in there.
Meanwhile, outside the room, Angela was leaning against the wall, waiting to hear anything that confirmed that they were done.
She didn't get that.
But she DID hear James scream out. And it was a scream that was definitively him... but it sounded nothing like a noise that a human could produce.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.