I watched a woman burn down her trailer. I was fourteen, and sitting in her living room as flames crept down the hallway. Her kids were home, playing outside. She had been talking about it for months to my friends and I, and that day, out of nowhere, she lit a candle and dropped it onto a pile of dirty laundry in her bedroom and we all just watched. Panic never settled in for me. I just got bored, and left. I walked across the street, sat in the dirt, and watched. Some of my friends followed suit, and the fire department came. The plastic windows melted and dripped. The paint bubbled, the wooden addition burned away. Everything she and her kids owned, burned away.
She was an amazing actress, this lunatic. The cops and firefighters questioned her (and us) for hours. If I didn't know what was happening, I would have been convinced it was an accident.
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