Joy’s Story

“We never agreed. You dictated and eventually I swallowed my own objections. I’ve been choking on them ever since. Joy is here now and she stays.” Marcy tugged Joy’s hand and Joy followed her to the kitchen feeling her father’s stare of disapproval like bullet holes in her back.


“I thought you were dead.” “If I was, you’d be the most popular woman in the world.” “I’d be notorious. Tarred and feathered and run out of town. I’d never be forgiven for killing every woman’s dream man.”