“Just for curiosity’s sake, what were they saying?” Titus asked. Marquis stretched again, and this time his back popped. “They was saying you was lying about Mr. Spearman. That you didn’t know your ass from a hole in the ground. Then one of them called you an uppity nigger. So I sat down my rum and Coke and picked up that barstool and made them think about their life choices.” Titus didn’t want to laugh. He knew he shouldn’t, but it came out unbidden and unbound. Soon Marquis was joining him. They hadn’t shared a laugh in a long time. It echoed through the holding cell like a church bell. As
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