I was quiet a few yards down the sidewalk, thinking about Augusta. Killing herself the way Sylvia Plath did, the way that always scared me most for some reason. Why had she done it? Was it because she couldn't be with Julius? Or was it because she was ashamed of her relationship with him?
"So Richard's mother was an extension of Augusta for you, then."
Julius smiled just a little. "You even know her name."
I smiled back. "Richard tells me all the stories he knows."
"Well, don't credit his perceptions too much. They're third-hand stories by now at best."
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
