Family Affair: A Smokey Dalton Story - Plot & Excerpts
I turned in the seat of my mud-green Ford Fairlane, and watched as Marvella Walker and Valentina Wilson tried to soothe the white woman. But the closer Marvella got to her, the faster the woman backed away, screaming at the top of her lungs. We were in a diner parking lot in South Beloit, Illinois, just off the interstate. Valentina had driven the woman and her daughter from Madison, Wisconsin, that morning. The woman was a small thing, with dirty blond hair and a cast on her right arm. Her clothing was frayed. Her little blond daughter — no more than six — circled the women like a wounded puppy. She occasionally looked at my car as if I was at fault. Maybe I was. I’m tall, muscular, and dark. The scar that runs from my eye almost to my chin makes me look dangerous to everyone — not just to white people. Usually I can calm people I’ve just met with my manner or by using a soft tone. But in this instance, I hadn’t even gotten out of the car. The plan was simple: We were supposed to meet Marvella’s cousin, Valentina Wilson, who ran a rape hot line in Madison.
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