Linda Ann

Linda Ann Adams worked at a local fast food place. She was a descendant of Irish settlers who'd been here for some time, scratching and clawing for some marginal success in the low country.

Not that they'd achieved it, in Linda's book. No college fund. Barely more than a lean-to. And guys like Bobby and Billy Joe hovering over her, trying to get their little pencil dicks tugged on.

It shouldn't have to be like this. It didn't have to be like this, Linda thought. She remembered that big Black buck fucking that white beauty queen. That's how it should be.