“Let me go!” I said.She kept hold of me as I cried from frustration, trying to get away from her, but she was so much stronger than me all I could...do was let myself be dragged out of the shop. She found a quiet corner and hugged me tightly.“It’s alright, Amanda”, she said. “Let it all out. It’s ok to hate her. It’s ok to want justice.”“How can I be such a horrible person?” I said in between sobs. “I don’t want justice. I want to hurt her. I want to hear her screaming in pain. I want her to beg. And he knew I was looking. I couldtell he was a man at ease around women. Even though I did my best to bethe man they perceived me to be -- as he returned my stare, I feltnaked inside.My handsome African business adversary was tall. His shoulders were, asI would expect, broad and his chest was muscular. His head was shavedbald but he had a pencil thin moustache. He was darker than most, sohis teeth were almost florescent.And oh, those eyes, hooded deeply in that coffee brown face, they werewary. “After what I did today, and at school yesterday. I saw the look on your face. You hate me.”Inside my brain, I was comparing what Tara was saying to me, to what I’d said to Dan that morning. I was kind of thankful that Dan had given me such a good answer, because it gave me a place to start with Tara.“I don’t hate you. I never have hated you. You’re my sister and I love you.”She snorted. She obviously didn’t believe me. Why couldn’t I be as convincing as Dan was?“Sure, we’ve done some mean. "We can just stay in the same room we was using." I'm gonna try to have it occupied tonight. If I can talk them into it I want Gertie and the girls to stay after I get them up there." Ok, I don't expect no fussin' 'bout that from Roberta. Count on it."I headed to the kitchen door then and Gertie opened the door before I got there."Come on in Mr ... uh, Bill. Got some hot coffee and warm cobbler waitin' for you," she said."I can already tell you and me are gonna be great friends," I said."You.