There was, Enola knew, no sense in trying to logic out why a Christian did what it did. That whole pantheon was made up of barely contained lunatics. The lone exception, oddly enough, seemed to be War's brother, Famine. He had always been unfailingly polite and appeared to be relatively stable.
"Maybe she's finished." Yeah, right and maybe the president would okay a nuclear missile strike on Korea tomorrow. "It's the coordination of the attacks that bothers me. If she's not being random or simply trying to provoke a reaction then what?"
"Maybe!" Izzy chirped from the backseat. "She's looking for her blanket!"Everyone had a blanket. At least in Izzy's mind they did.