Chapter Eight
Mrs. Kimball
The morning came too soon to please Sausony. She would have rather slept. If morning meant another day swabbing floors, meant lousy food, hard cracks against her ass for punishment and the memory of her night to dwell on, she would have much rather slept away the early hours inside the restful peace of her dreams.
When she heard Grant Holdens voice jar her mind, her dream state quickly fled. She turned over, raised her head and squinted at the sheriff who stood over her, trying to understand what he said.
Well, Mrs. Kimball, it seems that your stay may well be shortened.
What?
Mrs. Kimball.
Oh, thats right, you know.
Grant pushed a paper at her with a recent photograph of her blown up like a mugshot. She took immediate notice and sat up.
Nice
