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THE ENTITLED
I have often wondered about the other women, a suspected thirteen in all. Women who went missing in a twenty-mile radius around the Geary home whose bodies were never found. What happened to them? Did they all die at the hands of Frank Geary?
“You didn’t answer my question,” the host said when the audience quieted down. “How do you explain your daughter’s involvement with Marlowe Geary?”
“I won’t speak ill of the dead. But my stepson was a good, good boy. I knew him to be gentle and kind. Lolita was a very troubled young girl, headstrong and unhappy.”
“So what are you saying?” asked the host, incredulous.
“If he did anything wrong, she might have been the corrupting influence,” my mother said, widening her eyes and looking straight at the camera again.
I was stunned by the injustice of her words, the absolute delusional world she lived in. But still I couldn’t turn
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