Chapter 6
Judah’s hands had found their way into my underthings upon a later rendezvous. Something unfamiliar had happened: I’d been reluctant and worried, yet also quite eager to relive ever since. I had been caught the night of it, however, upon my return to the house. Georgia had scolded me. And though her dressing-downs were far less vitriolic that Auntie Virginia’s, though she never raised a hand to me, they hurt just as much, because she always seemed so sad and disappointed.