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in the thick autumn day.
    After a while, the old man began to talk.
    “My dear Dolores, your sons and I are here today because we have not forgotten. We have not forgotten the warmth that left our lives with your passing. We have not forgotten that last morning, twenty years ago, when you were taken from our lives. And we will never forgot the lesson your murder so brutally taught us. Good folk will always be at the mercy of the bad, so long as we are forced to coexist.”
    Calix’s eyes held shut in firm remembrance. I stared at the silent green earth and could only wonder about the woman who lay below.
    “Thankfully,” Pop went on. “The good lord drew a distinction for us by marking those who should live together by the color of their skin. We only have to open our eyes and see the truth. The truth is spreading, my dear. I fear I’ll join your side before it reaches its end, but the boys here will surely live in a world, where the lines are drawn between black and white. Where no one will ever have to suffer as you did, and feel such loss as we did.”
    The grass rustled in polite applause. Calix bowed deeper, scrunched his eyes shut tighter, maybe afraid of what might come out of if they opened. I’d used to copy his motions when I was young to try and feel sad, the same way he did. These days I just stewed in the swamp this anniversary made me feel. I wondered – not for the first time – if these were the words Mom would want to hear.
    I’d heard the same speech in its many forms over the past dozen years, but watching the two of them finding peace in it just churned my own stomach even more. There was no room for what happened last night. The line was clear, and yesterday had been a transgression of the highest order. It would have to be a secret that I held till I died.
    That wasn’t what bothered me though. What really made this into a mess was that despite this realization, despite the fact that I stood before the mother taken from me before I even really met her, despite the words I’d just heard, I hadn’t been able to help myself.
    The whole time, I’d been thinking about that waitress. About what she might say if she saw just exactly who she’d gotten into bed with.
     

CHAPTER FIVE
    Meagan
    I groaned awake, but quickly sped up when I saw just how much we’d messed up Tara’s room. I was going to have to run downtown and call in the freaking CDC to decontaminate this place.
    After deciding against reporting an Ebola exposure, I dressed and ran around stuffing every loose sheet and pillow cover into the washing machine. Nothing was obviously bad, but every bit was suffuse with the smell of us.
    Us. Me and him. The memory still made me feel warm and fuzzy.
    The machine started to churn and rattle, and I finally allowed myself to think about that boy. God, how many times had I come last night? It just felt like a wild mess of squealing and grunting and moaning, like we were pigs rolling around in mud. That was no pig’s body up against me though. I could still sight where the lean cuts of muscle had stamped into my body as he took me deeper and deeper.
    Memories ran through my mind like silk. I remembered being slammed over and over against the wall, things rattling all around us. The implications of that hit me though and panic overtook my pleasure. I ran back into Tara’s room and sure enough, the bookshelves by the bed looked like a riot, her precious little snow globes all facing every which way and even some of her thick text books shaken out of line.
    Even with the sure knowledge my life would end when she returned, I had a smile on as I began putting things back as best as I could. I was going to be screwed for being screwed. Past begetting future. It only seemed fair.
    Whoever that white boy was, he’d at least been courteous enough to give me what we wanted and leave. That was a sure sight better than the last man I’d been with.
    Rico – the man who had beaten me up and sent me into