....kind of liked violence, now he came to think of it. Always the first to intervene when a fight broke out in the playground. Always punching little ginger Frankie when he stepped out of line. And she always liked to wrestle with Randy out the back in the cornfield. Often for hours at a time. Sometimes Randy would walk away with purple bruises from their tussles. Violet would laugh and call him a sissy.
Violet's charm was that she wasn't a push-over; she was a fighter; she was a survivor. He needed some of her fighting spirit now.
Damn, he thought, where the hell had he left that key... it was..