Teresa had never gone to visit Turtle while he’d been in jail. The s**t he had to deal with while he’d been there, or the crap Kaley had gone through, I can’t even imagine.
When we were teens, Turtle always said he’d wanted a daughter to spoil. Such a shame that his b***h ass wife wouldn’t let him spoil Kaley.
Teresa hated her daughter, for some reason. Maybe she’d been jealous. I don’t know, but it had been an obvious fact. Whenever Kaley and Turtle spent time together, she’d grown furious, taking it out on both of them. She’d been a sick woman, for sure.
We’d all met in front of Logan’s Dime Store one summer evening many years ago. Turtle and I had come out with some licorice sticks, and found Ellen and Teresa standing there.
They were cousins. Ellen couldn’t stand her, but their par
