“He’s coming for you,” Tammy whispered. She fell back on the bed, giggling.
Linda got up from her own twin bed and padded to the window. She lifted one corner of the blind.
He was halfway up the block, heading toward the club, just like he did every day this week. Her eyes traced the swells of his sculpted arms. “They say he’s going to fight this weekend.”
Ma would’ve said he was no kind of man for her, but she was one to talk. No, Linda was getting out of this overcrowded flat, and soon. “I’m going downstairs,” she said.
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