“You make me feel good, Willie.”

“You make me feel good, Willie. Good about myself, I mean. Nobody has ever made me feel important, or that my life mattered. I’ve always been unloved, unwanted, always…”

“Hush, Hattie Mae.” His arms were around her at once. In that moment, she knew why she’d come and never mind that it was wrong for her to be there. For all his faults, Willie had a goodness to him.

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