CHAPTER 37
Her face scrunches, thoughtful. Then she answers.
“My mom was a nurse. I had a lot of evenings alone. Early bedtimes. Reruns. No bloody stuff allowed. Mostly Scooby-Doo, The Brady Bunch, and Murder, She Wrote. Lots of ‘zoinks’ and ‘gee golly, Marsha.’ Cursing just… didn’t fit.”
I glance at her, ex...
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