Chapter Twenty-seven
When Charlie entered the room, EJ was on the floor, lying on her side, vomiting into a spittoon. EJ waved her away, but she didn’t leave. She took out a handkerchief and dabbed EJ’s head.
Charlie asked, “The talk with your father went well?”
“I didn’t say much of anything. God, I cannot believe what my family did to Belle. My flesh and blood. I don’t want to think of what Father will do to me.” She hunched over and continued to fill the spittoon.
“I know what happened, as a matter of fact. It was not pleasant. It was very far from pleasant. It was horrid. A world where all men are gentlemen and all women are ladies simply does not exist. I’m going to sit with Belle tonight, so you may as well sleep it off here.” Charlie leaned over and kissed her head. “We can talk
