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NORA
“I’m going to get Hollin over to talk to you, Nora,” my dad said, following me around the house.
I grabbed my heels. I needed to go back to West’s house to get more clothes. I’d been too exhausted and emotional to pay attention to what I was stuffing into my suitcase. I needed more work clothes. And I needed to get out of my dad’s house.
“Don’t you dare,” I snapped, whirling on him.
“Well, you aren’t listening to me.”
“I’m not ready to talk about it. I’m not ready to deal with anything,” I told him. I waved at my face. “Please, I can’t cry before I go to work. I don’t have time to redo my makeup.”
My dad deflated. He absentmindedly rapped his cane against the baseboard. “I’m worried about you. You show up at home in the middle of the night, sobbing. I need to know how to hel
