She started crying. I continued.
“They go to the Cherokee Club and then are directed to the bookstore where they’re sent on here. How am I doing?”
She shook her head, “They only go to the bookstore for me. There are other businesses for each of the other ladies.”
“So they go through your sister at the bookstore to get to you?”
That’s what Madeleine meant by I’m tired of doing this.
“And Annie Albert and Connie Graves are also part of this little setup?”
She nodded, still sobbing. “And Tiffany will be next, I’m sure.”
Like hell she will…