Flower looked up at Deborah and then down at her hand that was twisted in the collar of her shirt. “So?”
“So what do you think happens to the logger when the chainsaw blade breaks and flies back at him?” she yelled. “My best friend’s father died because some worthless hippy spiked a tree. Now I find out my own roommate is trying to murder more people.”
Flower started crying. “I didn’t want to hurt anyone,” she sobbed. “I just wanted to protect the trees.”
“At the expense of human life,” said Deborah. She released Flower and turned toward her closet. “Do you remember where you spiked the trees?”
Flower reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper with a Yahoo map on it. “We just did here.” She handed it to Deborah.