Chapter Five
In the morning Maureen woke to Silvie roughly shaking her. “Get your white ass outta bed. You gotta be lookin good for the Captain.”
Maureen struggled to a sitting position. “I can’t, Silvie. I’m so…so…tired, so ashamed. I want to go home.”
“Travis say you can go home this evening. It ain’t come clear to you yet, has it?”
Maureen looked down at her feet and remembered just two days ago she was a housewife and mother indulging herself by having a pedicure. “What hasn’t come clear to me, Silvie?” she asked without looking up, her voice listless.
“When you told Travis last night that you was his woman, you became his woman. You belong to him. It’s tighter than a fuckin marriage. That’s how it works. You is his now. Only way you is getting outta that is in a pine
