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Minnie was 14. She liked wearing bright red lipstick and getting high. When Daddy came home drunk again on Friday night, she waited in the kitchen playing Solitaire, until she could hear him snoring.
Creeping through the house and then into her parent's bedroom, Minnie knew she would find her father's pants on the floor beside the bed. The glow from the hallway bathroom provided the light for seeing into her his wallet.
Shit. There were no tens.
Oh, well. She took a twenty.

When Tommy saw Minnie on the other side of the glass, his heart leapt into his throat and he was so happy he wanted to cry. He put his hand on the glass and waited for her to put her hand up against his, and when she did not, he sat down.
He picked-up the phone and said to her, "Why haven't you come? Have you been getting my letters?"
She shrugged. Brushed her hair from her eyes and for the first time really looked into his.
"Oh, Minnie. I'm so glad you're here..."
Her eyes were empty of emotion.
"Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked, and then he whisper rushed into her ears, "...Minnie, I love you..."
But nothing changed. Her eyes stayed blank.
"Oh my God, you think I killed her! Please, don’t do that…”" Tommy cried.
And she charged him, "I saw you with her, Tommy. I saw you with her."




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ticknart said…
My mind keeps spinning itself on what to say about this latest installment.

I wonder, though, if Minnie might end up being sort of like that guy in "in excelsis Deo."
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