Chapter 9
Virginia stiffly wiped away the tears running down her face.
"Francis, you can't say those things." Helen whispered.
"Like hell I can't! And you know damn well my name is Margaret."
"Just calm down, will you?"
"No, I won't! I want explanations, and I want them now." She turned to Virginia with fire in her eyes and shaking with rage. "Now, what do you have to say for yourselves? I want the three of you to tell me EXACTLY how I died!"
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Good Walls Make Good Neighbors
Short StoryIf walls could tell stories, what would they say? In this particular case, there's one story they've been stuck on for longer than they can remember.
