Tea and Murder
Fires rage across the tiny town of Nettlesville . Someone is bent on burning it down to the ground one building at a time. Can Chaneeta and Olga bury their rivalry long enough to stop the arsonist before the town is nothing but ashes, or will Chaneeta's secret past destroy her?
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The racial slur on the garden shed dug deep into Chaneeta's insides. The slur stung deeper than she dared let anyone know. It was years since she let herself feel the anguish and the guilt of those kind of thoughts; thoughts that could cut a heart to shreds in seconds screamed out of anger. Her father's voice, her mother's tears hovered over her like a storm cloud. Twenty years of burying those thoughts struggled to the surface now. The slurs weren't against her but they stung. She reached down and picked up the small doll. Half of it was black, charred from the fire, the other half stark white-it seemed metaphorical. Chaneeta's heart beat irregular, stilted. She wondered if anyone could tell her daugher was a racial mix. What did she look like twenty years later? Where was she? A tear slid down Chaneeta's cheek. She turned away from the small group, dashing a tissue from her pocket to her eye to catch the tattle tale tear. She caught Twice Tuesday looking at her out of the corner of her eye. A quizzical expression crossed her face creating little wrinkles at the sides of her eyes. She reached out and touched Chaneeta's shoulder.
"It's okay, It must have been an ash in my eye," Chaneeta said swiping the tears away.