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ENOUGH BLAME TO GO ROUND
Mary was being conveyed out of London towards Essex. She was pleased to be heading into the countryside. She appreciated the clean air and vowed to bring her boy out here sometime, to get away from prying eyes, for a while at least.
The coach hit a hole in the road and Mary lifted her feet. She was mindful of the pool of blood seeping from the body and didn’t want it on her boots. “It’s leakin’,” she mumbled, shooting a dark glance at Jake sitting opposite her.
“That Anna drinks too much,” Jake replied, ignoring her comment. He was slow to follow the topic of conversation, but was quick enough to lift his feet when the carriage changed direction and the blood in the footwell pooled toward him.
“She’s all right.” Mary defended her new friend.
“What about Li
