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Amy fell in love with soldier Blackie Boyette because there was a war on, and her daddy was gone to the front. “Your papa’s off to the seven seas,” jived the Andrews Sisters on every jukebox in town. Amy never had enough time with him, her big, strong daddy, Captain Tom Archer from the Kentucky mountains, so fiercely devoted to the U.S. of A.
He looked up from zippin his fly an I guess he could see I weren’t convinced, ’cause then he said, “I wouldn’t want you followin in my footsteps in most things—card sharpin can be mighty dangerous an drink can ruin a man ’bout as quick as anythin—but I hope you’ll heed what I say about how to treat women—whether we’re talkin ’bout one woman or a hundred, ’bout one night or fifty years. Now you just set there a minute an hear me out.”
Furious, Sasha stormed to the window and looked down at the neighbor’s yard. It seemed as though they had completely ignored their earlier conversation and were allowing their dog to roam around freely once again. Sasha couldn’t believe it.
“Those motherfuckers,” she muttered to herself.
