#76: If You So Much As Breathe A Word Of This To Anyone, So Help Me I Will Pluck Your Eyes From Your Head And Feed Them To The Dogs

says grandma,
silhouetted against the burning orphanage,
her scowl like a rotten jack o' lantern.

She gathers up the rest of the fireworks ruefully.
'Bonfire night is over!' she snaps,
which sets Hettie off sobbing again.