'River'
Maris looks down at Harper, who sits head-bowed next to the cream dining room table. “Well, maybe Michael will take you back. I mean, after all this childish foolishness, it’s better to stick with the devil you know.” Maris adjusts her perfect posture, and adds quietly but without a trace of bitterness, “you better sleep with him soon too…so he thinks that baby is his and not that delinquents.” The words fall off her tongue like teardrops from lashes, and all at once Harper understands.
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The Devil You Know
General FictionIn a town plagued with bigotry and prejudice, a contemporary youth stirs an inadvertent 'rebellion.' Founding families are confronted by their secrets, which they soon realise can't long stay hidden. A modern look at love and tragedy in an archaic t...
