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Milk and Honey

By

Monique Miller


Copyright © 2013 by Monique Miller


This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.


All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.


For my own Goldie boy, J


Never judge a relationship unless you’re the one wrapped up in its arms.”

~ Alice Hoffman, Local Girls


Milk and Honey


The air was yellow and dry, the way it always was around a saw mill during the summer when the sun was highest around noon. Take the shield from over your eyes and you’d get them chockfull of dust and tiny wood chips. Being around all that floating debris without a guard on and you could bet that you’d end up with muck accumulation on any damp parts of your body. The residue of a hard day’s work in that heat irritated your skin and you never seemed to get it all out of your hair or even all the way off of any part of you.

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