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She makes an impatient gesture with her hand. “Long story short, without his farm chores, and having just graduated from high school with no plans for college and no job, he had too much time on his hands. He started hanging out at a dive bar, fell in with the wrong crowd, and selling drugs to make money. Small-time stuff, pot and pills, but pot has never been legal in Texas. And getting caught smoking it was different than getting caught selling it…but getting caught selling it in partnership with the son of a local judge was the worst thing of all.” She stops speaking and looks down at her hands. Her voice drops. “Especially when that particular judge had been in love with your mother in high school, but had his heart broken when she married another man.” She’s quiet for a moment. I se
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