HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan
“Lies! Lies! Lies!” Grace Fortescue screamed, slamming the Hawaii Hochi down on the sofa.
“Mama, what is it?” Thalia cried, running into the living room from the kitchen. Her mother was visiting that afternoon. Neither woman could stand the other, which was why Grace had rented her own cottage after spending just two nights with her daughter and son-in-law.
“Another newspaper story from those . . . those colored people, making a hero out of the rapist, who got off with just a beating.”
“Let me see.” Thalia picked up the paper and read Taka’s article.” She wrung her hands. This boy reporter is such a source of trouble, she thought.
“Mama, I don’t think I can stand going through this again.”