’ 'You've got my promise,' I said. ’ I turned and looked at him and saw in his face a cold hard expression much as I'd often seen in him for the last few days. Aunt Queen wasn't terribly far away at this time. Yes, it was bigger and more overbearing than a Garden District house, she conceded, but she could
(And with reason!) I felt in my right-hand coat pocket for a little tissue-covered package that I'd put there nights ago. ’ 'Quinn, you're so strong, so confident,' she said. The light flashed on, then off, then on again. She thinks I don't know that black bastard of hers is your child.
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