Abigail nodded. "He does hate rudeness." For a second, the sight of Marissa's dead body crossed her mind and she remembered the last words she heard her friend speak, words Hannibal must have considered rude. She had to look away until she was able to calm down.
"Great!" Abigail sat on her piano bench. She had become a bit of a show off since she'd been on the island. She no longer had to worry about her dad's reactions. A simple thing like applying to college could lead him to kill girls from those schools. On the island, she could learn and grow and even feel pride without fear. She smiled and began to play one of the same compositions she'd played for Hannibal on father's day.