“Shit!” he cried out. “Shit!” He stepped back, and I was free. I turned slowly to see Hambone and Tarabelle facing each other.Hambone had one arm raised between his shoulder blades, rubbing his back. “Why’d you hit me, Tarabelle?” he asked angrily. “You almost broke my damn back.” Tarabelle dropped the milk crate she had used on him, and took a seat at the table.“That’s my sister, boy,” she said matter-of-factly. There was neither surprise nor anger in her voice. She spoke as if she had walked in to find me stirring grits at the stove, or something else just as mundane. “You hit me with that
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First time i see some form or expression of love/care towards her sister/Tangy. Usually shes just cold, void of outward feelinbs, jaded.perhaps?
