You know the night I was in jail. After I got out, you know who it was who saw that I had pissed my pants because I was so scared? Tied her sweater around my waist so that I wouldn’t be ashamed? Who wasn’t across the parking lot screaming at Dad? Who gave a damn that night about how I felt? Aunt Nova.

Micah

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Charley: [reading what Nova wrote about her in her novel] “My sister, born to privilege, raised in wealth and half bathed in whiteness, used her light skin as her shield and her sword, weapons in every room she entered, every deal she made with every woman she sacrificed and for every man she protected. Her honey skin kept her safe, all the while keeping her complicit in the continued oppression of black bodies.” Is this what you think of me?
Nova: I was writing about privilege.
Charley: You can shove your themes up your pretentious ass. Call it what you want but this, this is 300 pages of you telling the world how much you hate your only sister.
Nova: Charley, I love you.
Charley: This isn’t love! This is betrayal disguised as pulp fiction trying to pass itself off as literature.

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Dress it up however you want but at the end of the day, you wrote about your evil, light-skinned sister and her famous philandering husband.

Charley

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