First, she’d fed the boy.
A body had been dragged through the door.
“Know that I will see you in the face of your son.”
“I don’t relish slaughter, but the man was most unreasonable. Stiff-necked and proud.”
Shame is a fire, burning my core.
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“His death broke the cold snap.”
“Times were different,” I say finally. “People minded their business then.”
Blanche draws me by her very diffidence. She stands apart, looking unhappy and confused.
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