“I found her in her dorm room, wearing pajamas, not going anywhere. She knew who I was and, after a moment’s consideration, she asked me in and offered me a mug of Swiss Miss she made in her mini dorm microwave. I accepted and sat on her new roommate’s bed, blowing on my steaming mug and watching her fuss around to avoid talking. “This isn’t going to hurt,” I said after she rearranged her books for the third time. Anne Marie pulled her shoulder-length curly hair back into a big barrette and plopped onto her bed, resigned to talking at last. “I know.” Her heart-shaped face tried to look glum, but couldn’t manage the expression. She was just too adorable with pale Irish skin and a sprinkling of freckles below her green eyes. Her face was made to be happy. “You know why I’m here?” I asked. “About Faith.” “About the rape specifically, yes.” “Why do you care?” I sipped my cocoa, allowing her to stew for a moment. “I shouldn’t care if a rape was brushed under the rug?” Anne Marie tu...cked her legs under her bottom.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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