To the Clothes ...

LaDonna and Elizabeth were at Goodwill. It was such a step down from the boutiques she used to go to, Elizabeth thought. It almost made her ashamed, but ... this was her place now.

She picked out some skimpy clothes that hugged her ass too tightly, showing off her midriff and bosom.

"So what's your story?" she asked LaDonna. LaDonna picked out a couple of more sets for Elizabeth, one with stains on the top. She shrugged.

"Divorced. Married for a long ass time. He's not a great guy, cook that isn't successful at work and let's that shit get to him. He still comes by. It isn't great," LaDonna said.

"I'm sorry ..." Elizabeth felt speechless. "Why didn't you go to the police?"

"I look like a white bitch to you?" LaDonna said bitterly. "Only thing you can do with a motherfucker like that is find a better target for him to vent his spleen on."