And by then the hatred can no longer be subdued, like paint on an evening dress you could never scrub out, only stain basin after basin of water into a murky, colorless brown.Ī closer look at Elsa Greer - before, during, and after. It never crossed Elsa to hate Caroline Crale until much later. Elsa sat there, quiet, watching her enter the shop and walk out again from afar: Mrs Crale with her long white coat dazzling in the sun and bellowing in the breeze, her steely expressionless face held high. Caroline was elegant like the smooth edge of a razor, and she moved as if cutting through water. Caroline Crale was tall, matching Amyas’s height, with a head of fiery, white-blond hair cropped short. Once she tailed Caroline Crale when the older woman came to London. Stilettodandelion Fandoms: Five Little Pigs - Agatha Christie, CHRISTIE Agatha - Works Language: English Words: 5,212 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 4 Kudos: 8 Bookmarks: 2 Hits: 43 Slow, utter horror.īetween life and death, Linnet finds herself in some unfathomable state of limbo - and relives through memories that she thought she had lost. There was one real emotion emerging from her faintly throbbing heart, now. Dear Jackie, with her eyes like fierce dark grapes that gleamed in the sun from their oily autumn vines, Jackie who would pierce through this faded oblivion, this nonexistent, pathetic darkness of reality with her outrage, her laughter, her fearsome brightness –īut Jackie would not come, she thought. Where was Jackie? Where was Jackie? Jackie must come to her… Jackie was coming now.