Marcie had placed the bigger pieces in a pile on the counter, picking them up carefully with finger and thumb. As Cathal came back in, she held up her hands to show the lack of blood. "Nah. I'm good."
She stepped back out of the way to allow him to clean up, and turned to the window to examine the hole. Across the street, a woman had come out in her robe and was looking up and down the road, calling out, and the dog was still barking from the yard behind her.