She slammed the lid shut and then twisted the lock.
“What you gon’ do now?” he asked her.
“Save it for my grandbaby.” She caressed the lid, but her eyes were hard, her smile grim. “He gon’ ask me one day, what dat freedom cost. He gonna ask, and when he do, I’ll show him.”
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