glancing back, Mama said, “Tarabelle, get in the car.” “Mama, please . . .” “Get yo’ goddamn ass in this car, now!” Mama ordered, and Tarabelle jerked from the force of the command. Her body seemed to convulse in a series of twitching motions before she stiffened her back and walked down to the car, her head high, her eyes staring straight ahead, and her face resembling chiseled stone.
Im beginning to understand Tarabelle's cold demeanor...she seems like a victim of some sort. Remember shes 16
