[Older Jane narrates about the townspeople and her brother Marty]
Older Jane:
[narrating at the scene of the town barbecue]
This is Tarker's Mills, where I grew up. And this is how it looked that Spring, a town where people cared about each other as much as they cared about themselves
Older Jane:
[narrating at the scene of Marty]
I was nearly 15 years old, and my brother, Marty, was 11. Marty was the cross I had to bare. He wasn't so bad, actually. He was just constantly thrown in my face by my parents.
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