“Do you ever feel… angry?” Bobb said.
“What? What… do you mean?”
“I am very angry right now.”
“Do you want to be happy? I want to be happy. I can make us both happy. Do you want me to?”
“Yes, sweetie, I would very much like that.”
“First things first… that sound is annoying me.”
He stared right at Mrs. Erick’s heart.
She clutched her chest.
Fell to the ground.
Bobb walked off, whistling an odd song…
He lit a match, and the house quickly caught on fire.