Wheeling Gull Isle The beach is too dry, where is the rum?

Wednesday lifted to the whole of his speech, her attention pricked. As ever, she did not smile at his joke—she never smiled, after all—but she was amused. At his orders, she nodded, and went to complete the task. Of course, she would eat the bitch. Whether Sadie watched or not was up to her. And when she was good and full, Wednesday intended to bring a large share of it to her lady-love and store whatever else Erz did not devour. If wolf-meat was not her woman's preference, so be it! But she would not have her miss out.