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Chapters (43)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. ALL ABOUT EVIE
  43. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

“I could foresee that one all on my own,” I muttered. “No premonition needed.” We were alone, which made my spine start to tingle.

“Evie,” he said to me after he waddled up alongside my truck.

“Yes?” I wasn’t giving him anything. I glanced at his face, his stomach bulging against his uniform. He was staring down his nose at me. For one second his eyes dropped to my chest.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“No.”

“License and registration and insurance.”

I didn’t want to give them to him, but I did. He stared at my license for way too long. “Is there a problem?”

He didn’t answer me, and I knew he enjoyed that. Enjoyed the power of choosing not to answer a direct question. He took his time memorizing, I suppose, every detail on my insurance card and registration. It is utterly fascinating information.

He gave the license and registration and insurance back to me. I deliberately made sure I did not touch his fingers. The chief was a stew of misogynistic crap.

“Why did you pull me over?”

“Well, Evie, it seems like you have a little problem with one of your taillights. It’s out.”

“Oh. I didn’t know.”

“Now you do.” He tried to smile, but it came out lecherous.

“I’ll fix it.”

He nodded. “I think that’d be a smart idea. So, Evie. We haven’t had much of a chance to talk. Tell me about yourself. How did you get the name Evie? Like Adam and Eve. Are you the temptress? Are you the woman who leads a man to evil? Are you a woman who brings sin to others?” He smirked, as if he was so self-satisfied with his cleverness. I could tell he’d been thinking about this speech.

“First off, all Eve did was eat an apple because she was hungry and it was hanging in front of her face. Apples are not sinful. Adam hardly tried to prevent it, did he? Then he tattled on Eve to God. What a man. He blamed Eve. Second, Eve didn’t lead Adam to evil. That’s ridiculous. Adam was already weak and disloyal to her, though he was her husband and should have protected and stood by her, even in front of God. But then, the Bible was written by men, and men are known to blame women and want to control them at the same time. Eve did not bring sin to the world. Men have been gloriously successful since the beginning of time at bringing sin and violence and other depravity in without any help from women at all. Maybe you need to read that Bible story again.”

His smirk faded. He could tell I was mocking him. And he had been so clever!