She didn’t like talking about Sam to Early, didn’t even want to imagine both men existing within the same expanse of her life. Besides, Jude wasn’t like Sam either. She was, in a way, like Stella. Private, like if she told you anything about herself, she was giving away something she could never get back. “No,” she said. “Not like anybody but herself.” “That’s good. For a girl to be herself.” “Not in Mallard,” she said. “Not a girl like Jude.”
