Janey couldn’t let go of Viola Martin. They wept together, and the images of Viola’s black eye and bruised face would haunt Janey forever.
They finally separated, and Janey settled into the same chair she’d eaten lunch in previously.
“Start at the beginning,” Janey said.
“Oh, that awful man showed up,” Viola said, and none of her sass had been taken from…
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