I barely acknowledged the fact that not only had my mother locked me in my room, she'd done so after telling me some very frightening and horrible sounding things that made me wonder if maybe she'd started to lose it. Had Life gone crazy? Could being the mistress of all things in Creation somehow make one snap like a twig under too much pressure? I say barely acknowledged because I'd just started to put all the pieces into some kind of order in my head when movement under my bed made ...