I wanted to hug Jasmine. “Hit her again!” “Oh,” the beaten woman moaned as the last two blows fell. Lucia loomed, and the time for study was past. I tried to nod but my head was against a rim of porcelain.
She was all right for the moment and she wiped her eyes with a paper tissue. I sat on the steps in the dream, wishing I could wake up and be back upstairs in bed where I belonged, but I couldn't. They’re Cavaliers. But she may get sicker.
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