True Crime

Women Who Stay, 12
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 ________ A cloud crossed the sun and Janie shivered. She looked over her shoulder in the direction of the diner.
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Women Who Stay, 10
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 ________ The weather turned for the better overnight, replacing bitter gray skies with sunshine and a light, warm breeze. Janie met me outside the Somerset Diner, two to-go cups in hand.
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Women Who Stay, 9. Content Warning.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 ________ That night, I dug deeper into the history of Second Story, the small empire of thrift stores the Robichauds ran.
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Women Who Stay, 8
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 ________ As we ate, I thought that Eleanor's advice was right. Letting Janie lead was productive, even if it chafed. I'd suspected from the start that Janie was different from the Women Who Stayed. I now felt she was different from anyone else I'd ever spoken with, let alone interviewed. She had more to say, and she wouldn't be bullied into it.
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Women Who Stay, 7
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 ________ That night, I called up a friend to vent. I paced around my kitchen with my cell clenched between my shoulder and my ear.
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Women Who Stay, 6
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 ________ Sheila, still surly, dropped our food on the table. Pancakes for me, of course. I seemed to have run through the little goodwill my association with Janie afforded me. I tried to keep the conversation going over the meal, but Janie only gave me short, clipped answers while she repeated her birdlike performance of eating.
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Women Who Stay, 5
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 ________ This time around at the Somerset Diner, Janie arrived before I did. Sheila gave me a friendly wave as I pushed open the heavy glass door and brought me a coffee, unprompted. Unexpected.
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Women Who Stay, 4
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 ________ In exchange for the unvarnished truth, I signed an NDA set to expire upon Janie's death.
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Women Who Stay, 3
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 ________ Janie ate her omelet in small bites. She patted her mouth with a napkin after each sip of coffee and reapplied her lipstick regularly. If this was a performance, it was practiced. I could tell she wanted me to dive in, to start demanding answers from her, but I resisted the urge to break the silence that settled once our food arrived. She'd made me wait. She could do the same.
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Women Who Stay, 2
Chapter 1 ________ We arranged to meet in person for the first time in early April. The rain was tremendous, drumming with long fingers against the windows of the Somerset Diner. A small trickle of water pooled on the chipped booth's edge. I watched it grow while I waited for Janie to arrive. When she was almost a half-an-hour late, the pool had become a puddle and I requested a new table from the sour-faced waitress.
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Women Who Stay, 1. Top Story - April 2024.
In 2015, Janie Robichaud's response to my initial query was direct. How much are you paying? Nothing, I replied, along with a longwinded explanation about the truth being its own reward, journalistic integrity notwithstanding.
By Suze Kay2 years ago in Chapters
Sea aroma
I woke up mid-morning to a strong smell of the sea. I look at the ceiling, my tired body and immobile arms move slowly to place themselves under my head. I lie on my back in the bed of that hotel I promised never to return to, but which I always loved because it reminds me of you. I can hear the waves from my sheets, there is so much calm, I barely remember how I got here, I only think about the first day we came to this same room, and I swear I can hear the moans of the times I loved you in this same bed.
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