“Your mother was a fast assed little girl. Always smiling in some man’s face. She was too friendly. She ain’t get raped. She was sleeping around and got hooked on drugs. That’s why my Mama kicked her out.” “You’re lying. It was your husband, wasn’t it? Huh?!” I slammed my hands on the table causing her to jump but she didn’t reply. She sat there quietly to deny what I figured out. I knew that it was Charles that raped her because he said something to me once when he was molesting me. He said that I was just like my mother. It was another memory I had suppressed.
