Richard
“What do you have there, Charlotte?” She’s reading through a stack of letters. Some have that pre-printed look. Others are handwritten. Her lip curls as she speaks….
Contempt?
“Chaser letters,” she says, “from casinos and game houses….” She pushes a couple towards me. “They’re asking for p*****t, some politely, some not so politely.” She snorts. “The amount of money he just…. threw away….”
James’ eyes rise to mine. Of course, he knows better than any the lengths Charlotte went to raise the money she needed.
And she hates waste of any kind….
To her, a real sin….
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