Marcella’s pov Now I understand her, now I understand Lucille, I was so mad at her in the beginning, the way she made me play with other girls, but most especially the words she said at the interview, it made me feel invisible, but after our talk, the way she explained everything, I was taken to her world, made to understand the choices she made and why she made them. I couldn’t blame her for being silent, for hiding, but one can only be silent for so long. The black mail… the memory came as shock waves. I had to tell her about it, the blackmail, since we’ve made out, it’s only right I tell her the truth. She looked at me with so much question in her eyes. I still had the note in my back pocket, I handed it to her. She read it silently, not saying a word. “Some guy came to me with this note, he met me at a campus meeting…..” I looked at her hoping she was listening , “he didn’t quite say his name…. just handed me the note and that was it”. I looked at her expecting a wild reacti
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