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Seven year old Elizabeth McDaniel watched her father greet family members. Everyone was dressed in black. Beth didn't like it. The conversations were muttered, interrupted with sniffs and sighs. Beth hated the quiet, she hated the sad faces, most of all she hated seeing her mother at the front of the room as if asleep. As soon as she could, Beth slipped out of the room when her ten year old brother Steve wasn’t looking. He was never very good at keeping an eye on his sister.
Beth crept down a long hallway, the silence here closed in around her, hurting her ears. Steve had found a vending machine earlier, bringing her her favorite candy. She wanted to see the brightly colored wrappers, see wanted to see any color other than black. She felt in the little purse she carried for some change. She hated wearing a dress, hated carrying the little bag, she hated being here.
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“I don’t want to go anywhere with a pig like you.”
“Just get in the damn car!”
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