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NOBODY’S ALL BAD
A week later, they had seen the poor girl in the street and Mary had laughed and stared her down. As she’d crossed the road, the girl had dared to throw a dirty look in their general direction. Liza had been forced to seize Mary’s arm to stop her racing recklessly into heavy traffic.
It’s only when she drinks, Liza told herself, justifying her own complicity in the wicked world to which she now belonged.
Yer, and she drinks all the time, her conscience gleefully pointed out. You both do! it threw in, to add to the guilt she already felt.
Later, in their room, as the condensation collected on the interior of the glass and ran down the panes, Liza watched her friend sleeping. She looked so peaceful. It was as though she didn’t have a care in the world.
How does she d
