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talked about it for years."

He bent at the waist so they were standing eye to eye. "He

choked to death on his own vomit, too drunk to save himself.

That's right, look shocked. It was pretty goddamned horrifying,

especially when the principal of the high school called

me out of class to tell me."

' 'Reede." In an attempt to stop the flow of sarcastic words,

Alex raised her hand. He swatted it aside.

"No, if you're so anxious to open all the closet doors and

expose the skeletons, here it is. But brace yourself, baby,

this one's a dilly.

"My daddy was the town drunk, a laughingstock, a worth





less, pathetic, sorry excuse for a human being. I didn't even

cry when I heard he'd died. I was glad. He was a miserable,

scummy son of a bitch who never did a single goddamn thing

for me except make me ashamed that he was my father. And

he wasn't any happier about that than I was. Dickweed--

that's what he called me, usually right before he clouted me

alongside the head. I was a liability to him.

"But, like a fool, I kept pretending, wishing, that we were

a family. I was always after him to come watch me play ball.

One night he showed up at a game. He created such a scene

stumbling up the bleachers, tearing down one of the banners

when he fell, that I wanted to die of embarrassment. I told

him never to come again. I hated him. Hated," he repeated,

rasping the word.

"I couldn't invite friends to my house because it was such

a pigsty. We ate out of tin cans. I didn't know there were

things like dishes on the table and clean towels in the bathroom

until I was invited to other kids' houses. I made myself

as presentable as possible when I went to school."

Alex regretted having lanced this festering wound, but she

was glad he was talking freely. His childhood explained a

lot about the man. But he was describing an outcast, and that

didn't mesh with what she knew about him.

"I've been told that you were a ringleader, that the other

kids gravitated to you. You made the rules and set the mood.''

' 'I bullied myself into that position," he told her.' 'In grade

school, the other kids made fun of me, everybody except

Celina. Then I got taller and stronger and learned to fight. I

fought dirty. They stopped laughing. It became much safer

for a kid to be my friend than my enemy."

His lip curled with scorn. "This'll knock your socks off,

Miss Prosecutor. I was a thief. I stole anything that we could

eat or that might come in useful. You see, my old man

couldn't keep a job for more than a few days without going

on a binge. He'd take what he'd earned, buy himself a bottle

or two, and drink himself unconscious. Eventually, he gave

up trying to work. I supported us on what I could earn after



school doing odd jobs, and on what I could get away with

stealing."

There was nothing she could say. He had known there

wouldn't be. That's why he'd told her. He wanted her to feel

rotten and small-minded. Little did he know that their childhoods

hadn't been that dissimilar, although she'd never gone

without food. Merle Graham had provided for her physical

needs, but she'd neglected her emotional ones. Alex had

grown up feeling inferior and unloved. Empathetically she

said, "I'm sorry, Reede."

"I don't want your goddamn pity," he sneered. "I don't

want anybody's. That life made me hard and mean, and I

like it that way. I learned early on to stand up for myself

because it was for damn sure nobody else was going to

go to bat for me. I don't depend on anybody but myself. I

don't take anything for granted, especially people. And I'm

damned and determined never to sink to the level of my old

man."

"You're making too much out of this, Reede. You're too

sensitive.'

"Uh-huh. I want people to forget that Everett Lambert ever

lived. I don't want anyone to associate me with him. Ever."

He clenched his teeth and hauled her up to just beneath

his angry face by the lapels of her coat. "I've lived down

the unfortunate fact that I was his son for forty-three years.

Now, just when folks are about to forget it, you come along

and start asking nosy questions, raising dead issues, reminding

everybody that I crawled up out of the gutter to get where

lam."

He sent her backwards with a hard push. She caught herself

against the gate of a stall. "I'm sure that no one holds your

father's failures against you."

"You don't think so? That's the nature of a small town,

baby. You'll find out how it is soon enough, because they'll

start comparing you to Celina."

"That won't bother me. I'll welcome the comparisons."

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