![]() ![]() The world swam around her, and she could almost forget how sad she was. College was impossible without leaving, so she drank with the old men on the porchside during the day and partied with the teenagers at night. So she stayed until she was twenty-two, old enough to legally drink but ages after she’d had her first sip. The possibility of her Meemaw being disappointed in her was worse than any of the claustrophobia of the Crick. Just imagining her making her mom that miserable was worse than any emotion she had ever experienced- it felt like a crocodile was gnawing on her insides. Moonshine hated that more than the verbal abuse inflicted on him by her other family members. She talked about him with misty eyes and a far away smile, but the pain was palpable in her eyes. Meemaw never said anything negative about Deadeye, though. ![]() That’s the word her Auntie Marabelle used, the word Old Cobb spit out like chewing tobacco, the word her older brother Petri would use to explain away his absence.īut was it really bad to abandon the Crick? Was it really that bad when Moonshine felt her heart squeezing each day she spent in the Crick, feeling more and more trapped as time went on? Was Deadeye really as much of a traitor as her family said, or did he just feel the misery and suffocation that Moonshine felt? He was the one who left, the one who escaped. Deadeye Cybin was like a mythical being to Moonshine growing up. ![]()
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