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"No, she knew better than that. Neither of us had wanted

her to go away for the summer, but there wasn't much we

could do about it once she'd made her mind up," Junior

replied. "She went. She was there. We were here, three-hundred-plus

miles away. One night, Reede decided to borrow

a plane and fly us there to bring her back.

"That son of a bitch had convinced me that he could get



us there and back safely before anybody realized the plane

was missing. The only person who would notice would be

Moe Blakely, and in his book, Reede could do no wrong."

"My God, you didn't do it?"

"No, not then. One of the stable hands--Pasty Hickam,

in fact--overheard us plotting it and told Dad. He gave us hell and threatened us within an inch of our lives not to ever try something that crazy. He knew all about Celina trying to

make Reede jealous and advised us to let her have her fun.

He assured us that she would eventually tire of it and come

home, and everything would be just like it had been before."

"But Angus was wrong. When mother came back to Purcell,

she was pregnant with me. Nothing was ever the same."

She toyed with her iced tea spoon for a long, silent while.

"How much do you know about my father, Junior?"

"Not much. How about you?"

She raised her shoulders in a small shrug. "Only that his

name was Albert Gaither, that he was from a coal-mining

town in West Virginia, that he was sent to Vietnam within

weeks of his marriage to my mother, and that he stepped on

a land mine and died months before I was born."

"I didn't even know where he came from," Junior told

her regretfully.

"When I got old enough, I thought about going to West

Virginia and looking up his family, but I decided against it.

They never made any attempt to contact me, so I felt it best

to leave it alone. His remains were shipped to them and

interred there. I'm not even certain if my mother attended

his funeral."

"She didn't. She wanted to, but Mrs. Graham refused to

give her the money to make the trip. Dad offered to pay her

way, but Mrs. Graham wouldn't hear of that, either."

"She let Angus pay for Mother's funeral."

"I guess she thought that was different, somehow."

"Al Gaither wasn't any more to blame for the hasty marriage

than Mother."

"Maybe he was," Junior argued. "A soldier going off to



war, that kind of thing. Celina was a pretty girl out to prove

her allure."

"Because Reede wouldn't sleep with her."

"He told you about that, huh?"

Alex nodded.

"Yeah, well, some of the girls he did sleep with flaunted

it in Celina's face. She was out to prove she was woman

enough to snare a man. Gaither no doubt took advantage of

that.

"To your grandma, his name was a dirty word. Because

of him, your mother missed her senior year of high school.

That didn't go down too well with your grandma, either. No,

she had a real ax to grind with Mr. Gaither."

"I wish she had at least saved a picture of him. She had

thousands of pictures of Celina, but not a single one of my

father."

"To Mrs. Graham, he probably represented evil, you

know, the thing that changed Celina's life forever. And for

the worse."

"Yes," she said, thinking that Junior's words could apply

to how her grandmother felt about her, too. "I don't even

have a face to associate with the name. Nothing."

"Jesus, Alex, that must be rough."

"Sometimes, I think I just sprang up out of the ground."

In an effort to lighten the mood, she said, "Maybe I was the

first Cabbage Patch kid."

"No," Junior said, reaching for her hand again, "you had

a mother, and she was beautiful."

"Was she?"

"Ask anybody."

"Was she beautiful inside as well as out?"

His brows drew together slightly. "As much as anyone is.

She was human. She had faults as well as virtues."

"Did she love me, Junior?"

"Love you? Hell, yes. She thought you were the most

terrific baby ever conceived."

Basking in the glow of his words, Alex left the country



club with him. As he held open the passenger door of his

Jag, he stepped close to her and laid his hand along her cheek.

"Do you have to go back to that stuffy old courthouse this

afternoon?"

"I'm afraid so. I have work to do."

"It's a gorgeous day."

She pointed at the sky. "You liar. It looks like it's about

to rain--or snow."

He bent his head and kissed her quickly. Leaving his lips

in place, he whispered, "Then an even more pleasurable way

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