marriage, cold and curated. Florence stood in t

blouse. A pair of

he pregnancy showed. Before she

e dresser. It was her and Garnett on their we

nto the trash can. The glass didn't

g again. Dene

er-in-law. The woman who looked at Flor

three times be

o, De

believe in greetings. Her voice

apartment,"

mmediately. Garnett told us the good news

l," Florence said. "

d. "Grandame Hattie is asking for

hesitated

er shown Florence kindness. Hattie had defended her when the Boone fa

see Hattie again. And she needed alli

her voice tight. "I'l

he looked at t

Running was what the

he back of the closet,

d cold water on her face. She looked at

the nude lipsticks Garnett preferred. She

precision. It was ar

eek, severe. It looked like mourni

the apartment building,

ong. Florence watched the city give way

. A text from he

f trouble. The Livingstons aren't

er sound. She deleted the messa

The Estate loomed ahead, a massive

em on the

nd a scowl. Her daughter, Blossom,

He was standing beside his moth

te in her chest. It wasn't

eir with the very people who despise

wer move. A

wn car door. She didn

el. She straightened her

, her red lips curved