I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would — Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other.

— Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

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