Drusilla looked like Drusilla, still, but then her friend went ahead and brought a stone bench up without breaking a sweat. Mor's face, usually sporting a near-flat affect, broke into an astonished smile. "Oh, please," she said, wanting desperately to see Drusilla wreak some of the destruction she had earned. It was satisfying to know that when Drusilla's father died, he had probably been astonished, and probably afraid.