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The woman is only here because she’s a stand-in for me. Rhoda won’t dare hurt me physically, but she’ll do all she can to make me suffer emotionally. It’s working as I hold myself and rock. Or maybe Rhoda will hurt me. Maybe she’s proving that no one is off-limits to her crazy hate.

“Rhoda .” I inch closer to the bars. “Please don’t hurt her. Her father will pay.”

Rhoda cocks her head to the side. “Pay? Do you take me for a cheap whore?”

It takes every ounce of strength to say nothing and keep myself from reaching for my belly. But I manage it all the same.

“Do you ever think,” Rhoda asks as she faces me, “that one day you might have to watch this if your husband wills it? Would you tell him to spare an enemy so that you might spare your conscience? Do you imagine that he would listen?”

“You don’t have to do this ,” I protest.

Rhoda throws her head back and laughs madly. “Then clearly you know nothing of our dear Matinez”

With desperate eyes, the woman looks at me and then at Rhoda.
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