“A little touchy this evening, aren’t we, Missy?” Michelle chided her friend. Winter came: rainy, damp, and savage. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. “She’s been up to no good, Sheila.
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