Excerpt from Black and Blue by Anna Quindlen, plus links to reviews, author biography & more

Frannie, Frannie, Fran. I heard his voice saying my name, like the ringing in my ears when he brought his open hand hard against the side of my head in a dark corner of the club foyer, that time I argued with him in front of his friends about whether we were staying for another round of beers at a retirement party. Fran. I can hear his voice in the sound of the train moving south down the tracks. I'm coming, Frannie.

You can't get away. You're mine, Fran. Both of you.

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