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Long
story
short
,
Marla
looked
in
the
freezer
.
Okay
,
there
was
a
little
scuffle
,
first
.
I
try
to
stop
her
,
and
the
bag
she
's
holding
gets
dropped
and
breaks
open
on
the
linoleum
and
we
both
slip
in
the
greasy
white
mess
and
come
up
gagging
.
I
have
Marla
around
the
waist
from
behind
,
her
black
hair
whipping
my
face
,
her
arms
pinned
to
her
sides
,
and
I
'm
saying
over
and
over
,
it
was
n't
me
.
It
was
n't
me
.
I
did
n't
do
it
.
"
My
mother
!
You
're
spilling
her
all
over
!
"
We
needed
to
make
soap
,
I
say
with
my
face
pressed
up
behind
her
car
.
We
needed
to
wash
my
pants
,
to
pay
the
rent
,
to
fix
the
leak
in
the
gas
line
.
It
was
n't
me
.
It
was
Tyler
.
Marla
screams
,
"
What
are
you
talking
about
?
"
and
twists
out
of
her
skirt
.
I
'm
scrambling
to
get
up
off
the
greased
floor
with
an
armful
of
Marla
's
India
cotton
print
skirt
,
and
Marla
in
her
panties
and
wedgie
Feels
and
peasant
blouse
throws
open
the
freezer
part
of
the
fridge
,
and
inside
there
's
no
collagen
trust
fund
.
There
's
two
old
flashlight
batteries
,
but
that
's
all
.
"
Where
is
she
?
"
I
'm
already
crawling
backwards
,
my
hands
slipping
,
my
shoes
slipping
on
the
linoleum
,
and
my
ass
wiping
a
clean
path
across
the
dirty
Moor
away
from
Marla
and
the
fridge
.
I
hold
up
the
skirt
so
I
do
n't
Dave
to
see
Marla
's
face
when
I
tell
her
.
The
truth
.
