Pits of fire sounded implausible to her, but then so did ghosts. Still, eternal damnation seemed awfully extreme for anything Rose could or would have done. Henry must have felt the same way, because he didn’t even pause before rejecting Rose’s words. “God wouldn’t damn you, Rose. Never. There’s nothing you could do that his love isn’t strong enough to forgive.” She looked at him, and her mouth twisted, and for a moment, it seemed as if she would stay silent. And then she said, “Pennyroyal tea.” The words meant nothing to Akira, but Henry looked taken aback. “Oh.” He paused, then, with a reluctant curiosity, asked, “Who?” “Tommy Shaw.” “Tommy!” Henry protested, almost recoiling. “He put a snake in your lunchbox!” “I know that,” Rose said, crossing her arms over her chest and looking defensive. “It wasn’t even—I didn’t—it wasn’t—it had nothing to do with him, really.” “Well, why, then?” Henry sounded perplexed, his wrinkled face creasing into worried lines.
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