[ she doesn't say it, but the idea leaves her skin pebbling with goose flesh. not because she dislikes Jean--he's much more tolerable these days--but jail, confinement, the place she may very well spend the rest of her life unknowing?
no. it leaves a sour, burning taste in the back of her mouth. only tempered by the fact she's glad bertolt's laughing. that counts for something. ]
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no. it leaves a sour, burning taste in the back of her mouth. only tempered by the fact she's glad bertolt's laughing. that counts for something. ]
When does he get out?