Chapter Thirty-Seven
Delivery
sat on the edge of the table as he listened to tell her sister all that had happened to her nearly four years ago.
“I screamed and I fought them, but they were too strong.” wept at the memory, wiping her eyes and face with the sleeve of her blouse. handed her a kerchief for her to blow her nose. could sense his wife’s conflicting emotions—the exhilaration at finally having her sister back, coupled with the grief of knowing their mother was truly dead.
“I don’t understand. Why would the Bloods kill but not you?” asked. She drew her arm tighter around the younger woman’s thin frame where they sat side by side on the bench. shook her head, making her gossamer ears appear to dance in an invisible breeze.
“, didn’t you tell me your mother appeared to be
