Book description
She looked at the rotting, sun-blasted shack, the one room where they
all lived, slept, made love, died. Looked at the dusty lawn where no
grass grew. At the steaming swamp, at her tobacco-spitting mother. Saw
the sly, lustful eyes of her father's friends. Then she looked at her
own lush beauty. Get me out of here, she prayed. Oh, please get me out
of here! I'll pay any price.
