Chapter Two
Mistress in the Thrift Store
For the next two weeks, the pair made furtive trips to the Forrest’s barn on languid afternoons. Zooey’s fascination for abusing her friend seemed as potent as Andie’s was for being abused. She made her mistress the requested bundle of branches, which she tightly tied with rope so they wouldn’t slip. As she cut the branches from the hedgerow between the cornfield and the farmyard, carefully stripping the slender saplings of their buds, she mused on the wickedness that had suddenly arisen between her and her next best friend. How far would they go? What evil lurked in Zooey’s demented mind? What devious scheme came next? Her blonde friend had always been a bit garish, impetuous and downright wacky, which made this turn of events—though surprising b
