I went to the jail to break out Rosaleen, but then I found out those awful men had been let into the jail and had beaten her even worse than before. It seems I was right to be worried. I’m pretty proud of myself, I tricked the guard with a fake phone call and together we slipped out of the hospital. On an old picture of my mother there was a black Mary statue and Tiburon, South Carolina on the back, I’ve decided that’s where we’ll go. We’re hitch hiking on route 40 right now. I hope we’ll get there safely, I also hope Rosaleen doesn’t get mad when I tell her where we’re going…
Wish me luck!
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