Her freckled face burned bright red. She folded her hands, averted her eyes and whispered, “I need to use the necessary.” This scene led to the attempted escape of the young woman from her captors in the historic novel I recently finished. If she could just get to the outhouse… When our mother was growing up on her parents’ South Dakota homestead, she trudged to the small wooden buildin...
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