I Raised My Sister Alone Until They Called Me A Charity Case

with the forward rush of someone whose anger has gotten ahead of them. I stood the way I stood when I was twenty-two and facing a landlord who was trying to keep our security deposit through creative reinterpretation of the lease. Deliberately. Without apology in the motion.

I met Charles Whitmore’s eyes.

“Do you even know who I am?” I asked.

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