“It’s over, Emma,” Jackson said. He sounded close to weeping. “Just…just put it down and come with me.”
“Do you miss this house, Avis?” Emma asked him. “I don’t. There were a lot of bad memories here. Maybe not for you, though. You seemed just fine and dandy mowing that lawn. Want to know what Daddy called you when he had too much to drink? ‘My favorite nigger.’ Tell me something, Avis. Are you still his favorite nigger?”
“Emma…”
She grinned. “The name is Emily now.”
She turned and swung the poker toward Jackson. She didn’t get but halfway around before he shot her clean in the head. Both the woman and the weapon fell to the floor, blood soaking rapidly into the carpet beneath them. Tony found himself staring into her open, lifeless eyes.

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