Chapter Thirty
Lee noticed the change: Angela had started referring to her mother as Sue.
“Sue wouldn’t go to the hospital,” Angela continued, “wouldn’t call the police. She blamed me, even though I was just a kid.” Angela was crying freely. “Sue packed a case and left me alone. Alone with him and then I became the mother of the house.”
Angela’s glass was empty. Lee got up, pried it from her fingers and took it to the counter. She refilled the glass and brought it back. Angela had buried her face in her hands and was sobbing quietly.
“Here doll. Have a little more. It will help.”
Angela took the glass and tried to repair her mascara with the finger of the other hand. “I’m sorry. I must look like shit.”
“So the guys that raped your mother, Sue... they got away? Were never caught?”
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