Part two:
How else can she edit this homework; to make herself look better [and Meredith worse]. A
good, ethical girl? Smash that mirror. It is her, not the others, that removes her clothes and
swabs her with Vaseline, familiarly poking Meredith’s private parts, just as Meredith turned
up her nose at her own. It’s her idea to remove her clothes, and to move her like a rag doll,
like a prop in her own play. The words and the act will come later, and she’ll improvise [she
always has].
…a key made for that particular door…
Meredith was suddenly gone, and now, in her place she was free to carve her up and throw
pieces of her to the four corners of Perugia. And she could say what she liked, she had an
alibi. Hell, she even had someone to blame it on if it came to that.
Standing there, it felt good. Her weakness seemed to give Knox strength. Her dying, her
death, gave Knox a sort of relief, an expansion, allowed her to breathe, to live. To express
herself.