It was very possible Sue was losing her mind. She sat down and thought to herself. All things considered, it was a possibility. She distinctly remembered which books Agnes had turned into a pile of ash. She, in fact, knew exactly which books they were because she had planned to sneak out on Rick in Agnes’ absence to head into the human town and get the same books.
That was before Rick had caught on to her plans and locked them in the house. That was two nights ago, and the arrogant wolf had refused to listen to anything she had to say and kept the doors locked.
The only good thing that had come out of the weird arrangement was that Rick no longer stood like a statue or presidential guard in every room in the house she occupied. He gave her a lot of space and time alone.
Sue had a theory
