she was saving this money for. It seemed as if now was as good a time as any to make a contribution. As much as she was able to justify the dark path she was steadily trekking down, she couldn’t help but feel that balancing the karmic scale might give her some extra cushion for her raging revenge. The donation would be anonymous, but hopefully appreciated and put to good use. Jane couldn’t help but see the irony in the whole thing. Georgette was a good person and after doing a substantial amount of research on her foundation and philanthropic work, Jane grudgingly admitted how impressed she was by the woman’s commitment to helping others. Jane was doing the same thing, wasn’t she? Even if she was taking a much more twisted and dangerous route...their end goals were still the same, were they not? Helping those who could not help or see themselves. The small bubble of guilt that worked its way up her throat dissipated as she dropped the check off at the shelter. It slipped from her hand as easily as Dave had gotten away without punishment.