Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber. “I am very much obliged for the tea,” she said. It could only mean one thing—that her foster daughter was both a whore and a murderer! When Sheila confronted her about it, it was five in the morning. There was a hint of tears in her voice.
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