was sprawled, limbs every which way, her hair tousled and tangled, her
eyes staring at nothing. Her face was smooth, placid even, as if her last
moment had been peaceful." "Bitterness and anger took over again, but
not guilt. There had been too much guilt already. Misplaced guilt. At
the end, it was the sticky residue of guilt that brought the hammer of
God ringing down upon Amelia's well-coifed, arrogant head.