“This is awful,” Hailey says. “That poor family.” She’s looking at One-Fifteen Sr. with sympathy that belongs to Brenda and Ms. Rosalie. I blink several times. “What?” “His son lost everything because he was trying to do his job and protect himself. His life matters too, you know?” I cannot right now. I can’t. I stand up or otherwise I will say or do something really stupid. Like punch her. “I need to . . . yeah.” I say all that I can and start for the door, but Maya grabs the tail of my cardigan. “Whoa, whoa. You guys haven’t worked this out yet,” she says. “Maya,” I say, as calmly as
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got a lot of thoughts on this one here
