Marka slips something into Frank’s coffee. For the moment, he’s asleep with James watching him.
“I hardly knew that man in there,” Marka said, gulping for air. “He scared me so. What did that evil woman do to him?”
“I don’t know, honey. But I’d like to kill her myself.”
“Not as much as I want to,” Marka growled. “I’m not a violent person,” she told Rochelle. “But she’s injured someone I love. Who knows if he’ll ever be back to himself.”
“We never did stop for that notebook,” Rochelle said suddenly. “You wanted one, remember?”
“Yes! I bet they have them at the store downtown.”
“Then let’s go.”
They went down the stairs and out the back. Rochelle led her through the woods again and back to her car. They drove quickly to the small store downtown. Marka found the stationary section and grabbed a few of the essay…
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