Karen Witemeyer Quote

Please go outside. I really don’t want to hurt you. Levi pulled up short. No. Not toward me. To the door. The door! She squealed, and Levi bounded forward, taking the stairs in a single leap. He threw the door wide and brought up his fists, ready to take on the unseen threat. Get it off! Get it off! She held her skirts away from her body and twisted her head to the side as if trying to put as much distance as possible between her and the invader clinging to the dark green fabric of her dress. A cockroach. A big ugly one—three, maybe four inches long, its wings still slightly askew. Please. Miss Spencer whimpered, and the sound galvanized him to action. Levi opened his hand and swiped the oversized beetle from her skirt. Then, before the thing could scamper into a dark corner, he crushed it with a stomp of his boot, wincing at the audible crunch that echoed in the now-quiet hall. He scraped his sole over the carcass like a horse pawing the ground, and sent the bug sailing out the door. Did you have to squish him? Levi jerked his eyes to Eden Spencer’s face. What had she expected him to do? Tie a leash around its neck and take it for a walk? Don’t get me wrong, she said, as she raised a shaky hand to fidget with the button at her collar. I appreciate your removing that beastly insect from my person. She shuddered slightly, and her gaze dropped to the darkened spot on the hardwood floor that evidenced the roach’s demise. However, I can’t abide violence against any of God’s creatures. Even horrid, wing-sprouting behemoths.