her next memory was an odd one , and she wondered if it was a dream . to kill the troll is no murder . at this point , i 'm not sure how much i am supposed to know around her . or hit him where it hurts . i was glad i was n't alone in that . hed need to invent a new one . perched atop a shiny red , four-wheeled scooter were not three sacks of laundry but one large man . he glanced at his brother , who was watching them with raised brows . 