Sasha nodded. She knew that part. It was the part that always made her perversely jealous. She’d been spinning down into a tedious glazed-eyed oblivion of scratch cards and poker and Anna had been fleeing across the country with a baby and a gym bag full of money, Anna had been falling into the arms of jazz musicians and evading villains across the continental United States. Anna insisted that this life had mostly been a dull, grinding shadow existence but there was a small part of Sasha that didn’t entirely believe it. That life did sound horrible, but also—and she was shot through with guilt
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