Hermosa

“Yes.”

“No.” Eleanor said quickly, nervously picking up her purse.

“Okay, is it a yes or no?” He looked from me to her.

There was a pause after the question. Even Eleanor was avoiding this tough discussion, but I wanted everything out.

No more hiding. No more secrets.

“It’s a yes.” I said, the words spilling from my lips. “She was my pimp back at the strip club.” I pointed an accusing finger at her.

She clutched her purse tightly, searching for ...