“Is that Jezzie’s crime, then? That she’s a white woman?” Nana fidgeted in her chair. She adjusted her eyeglasses, which were hung around her neck by twine. “Her crime is that she goes with you. She seems willing to let you throw away your police career, everything you do here in Southeast. All the good that’s been in your life. Damon and Jannie.” “Damon and Janelle don’t seem hurt or concerned,” I told Nana Mama. My voice was rising some. I stood there with a stack of dirty dishes in my arms. Nana’s palm slammed down on the wooden armrest of her chair. “Well dammit, that’s because you have
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