All the Good Little Girls Keep Quiet

Maybe it was the little devil sittin’ side-saddled on her shoulder that turned Olive into a murderin’, hithchikin, train-hoppin’ vagabond at the tender age of thirteen. Or maybe…just maybe…there were a few secrets itchin’ to claw their way out of that bayou along with her.

Poate ca micutul diavol asezat lateral pe umarul ei l-a transformat pe Olive intr-un vagabond ucigas, hichinic, trenat, la varsta de treisprezece ani. Sau poate ... doar poate ... au existat cateva secrete care mancau sa iasa din acel bayou impreuna cu ea.