Shocking Pink. Erica Spindler

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СКАЧАТЬ he said heavily, sounding tired, more tired than Andie had ever heard him. “I’m sorry.”

      “Sorry?” she repeated angrily. “Sorry? If you were sorry you wouldn’t do this! There’s someone else, isn’t there?”

      “Marge, don’t—”

      “Someone you love more than me. More than us.”

      “Stop it, Marge. For God’s sake, the children will—”

      “That’s right, the children. Your children. What do you care about them? If you cared, you wouldn’t do this.”

      “I care plenty, and you know it.”

      “Right. You care. Who’s always here for them, chauffeuring them to this class and that field trip? Who gave up a career to raise our kids? Our kids, Dan. Not just mine.”

      Andie squeezed her eyes shut, feeling as though she might vomit, not wanting to hear her mother’s words but unable to tear herself away.

      “Always playing the martyr, aren’t you? You’ve been throwing your ridiculous little career up in my face for twenty years. You worked at the newspaper as a cut-and-paste girl.”

      “I was a commercial artist!” her mom cried. “I loved it, and I was good, too!”

      “Well, here’s your chance to get back to it,” he said, slamming what sounded like a bureau drawer.

      “I know there’s someone else. I’ve known for months.”

      “For God’s sake—”

      “Tell me it’s not true, then. Tell me you haven’t been having an affair. Tell me you haven’t been screwing around behind my back.”

      Andie pressed a fist to her mouth, holding back a cry, praying for him to deny it was true.

      He didn’t deny it. His silence spoke volumes.

      “I bet,” her mother continued, “whoever she is, she doesn’t have any children. She’s unencumbered. No runny noses to wipe, no childish disagreements to break up. Plenty of time to make herself look pretty and feel sexy—”

      “I don’t love you anymore. I don’t love us anymore! That’s what this is about, it’s not about Leeza.”

      “Your secretary?” Her mother’s voice rose. “My God, she’s twenty years younger than you are!”

      Leeza Martin. Her father’s secretary. Andie squeezed her eyes shut, picturing her, young and pretty, wearing short skirts and a bright smile. Andie used to look at her and think she was so cute, she used to look at her and long to be as cute herself.

       Pretty Leeza had stolen her daddy.

      Andie’s stomach turned, the taste of hatred bitter on her tongue. All the time Leeza had been smiling and being so nice to her, she’d been … been … sleeping with her father. Breaking her mother’s heart.

      Her mother was sobbing, begging him to stay, pleading with him to think of the kids. He made a sound of disgust. “How could you want me to stay if I don’t want to be here? How could you want me to stay only for the children? That’s not a marriage. It’s a prison.”

      Andie sprang away from the door as if it were on fire. The tears, the pain welled inside her until she thought she would burst. She longed to throw herself at him and beg him not to go. To cry and plead. Just as her mom was doing.

      It wouldn’t do any good. There was someone he loved more than his family, someplace he would rather be than here with them.

      He had promised he would always be here for her. Always. He’d told her that nothing in the world was more important than his family, their happiness.

      He’d lied. He was a liar. A cheater.

      Raven. Her friend would help her; her friend would make everything okay.

      Andie turned and ran back to her bedroom. She closed and locked the door behind her, crossed to the window and opened it. With one last glance backward, she climbed over the sill and dropped to the ground.

      It was late, the sounds and smells of the night assailed her senses: the perfume of some night-blooming flower; the call of the crickets and a bullfrog; the scream of a horn somewhere in the distance.

      Andie picked her way across her yard and through the hedge that separated the Johnsons’ property from their’s. A car swung out of the driveway across the street, momentarily pinning her in its headlights. Andie froze, afraid that Mrs. Blum, a third-shift nurse at Thistledown General, would see her and call her mom.

      Mrs. Blum moved on. So did Andie.

      Within moments, Andie found herself below Raven’s bedroom window, tossing pebbles up at the glass and praying her friend would come. How many times had Raven come to Andie’s window, seeking comfort? Too many to count, Andie acknowledged.

      Now it was her. Andie’s chest ached at the realization. For the first time ever, her home didn’t feel safe and happy, it didn’t feel … perfect anymore. For the first time, she wanted to be somewhere else.

      The moment Andie saw her friend’s face, she started to cry. Raven slid the window up, her expression alarmed. “Andie?” she whispered. “What’s wrong?”

      “My parents are … they’re splitting up.”

      “No way.” Raven shook her head, her expression disbelieving. “Not your parents.”

      “Yes, they’re—” Andie struggled to find her voice. “My dad’s … he’s leaving us.”

      Raven leaned farther out the window. “Hold on,” she whispered, the breeze catching her white-blond hair and blowing it across her face. She swept it back. “I’ll be right down.”

      A couple minutes later she emerged from the house, fully dressed. She came to Andie and put her arms around her. “Oh, Andie. I can’t believe it.”

      Andie pressed her face to her best friend’s shoulder for a moment, clinging to her. “Believe it. He called us all together for this bogus meeting about how much he still loves us and everything.”

      She wiped her runny nose with the back of her hand. “Then I heard the whole truth later. He’s been screwing around on my mom.”

      Raven gasped. “Not your dad!”

      “With his secretary.”

      “That perky little bimbo? She’s … she’s like a Barbie doll. Your mom’s way better than her.”

      Andie sank to the ground and dropped her face into her hands. “I feel so awful. I don’t know what to do.”

      Raven sat beside her, wrapping an arm protectively around Andie’s shoulder. “It’s going to be okay.”

      “How did you make it?” Andie asked brokenly. “After your mom took off, I mean. I СКАЧАТЬ