...why am I so doubtful whenever you are out of sight?/suspicion torments my heart....
The bruises have come in along my chin, right where the shadow of my jawline falls.
Being as she is unable to learn new things, I wonder where she learned to hit like that.
She never hit me like that before, only an open palm to the face (and once, the flat side of a butter knife, because it was in her hand.) So someone hit her like that, deep in her past. Under the chin, calculated to not show.
Logically, I should suspect my grandmother, which indicates someone did that when SHE was a child.
I actually suspect my great-grandmother, my grandaddy's mother, who was by all accounts a fierce, harsh diva who only wanted things one way: hers.
Of course, anyone who could confirm this for me is long dead.
Elvis Presley; Suspicion
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