Confessions. Lisa Jackson

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      Chapter Two

      NADINE’S MOTHER WAS waiting in the kitchen. Running a stained cloth over the scarred cupboard doors, Donna glanced over her shoulder as Nadine opened the door. She straightened and wiped her hands as Nadine set the sack of groceries on the counter. The scent of furniture polish filled the room, making it hard to breathe.

      “Running with a pretty rich crowd, aren’t you?”

      “I’m not running with any crowd.” Nadine dug into the pocket of her cutoffs, found her mother’s change and set four dollars and thirty-two cents beside the sack.

      “So how’d Hayden Monroe end up in our truck?”

      “I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Nadine admitted.

      “I thought you took your father to the mill.”

      “I did.” As she began to unpack the groceries, she gave her mother a sketchy explanation of how she’d met Hayden. Donna didn’t say a word, just listened as she folded her dust rag and hung it inside the cupboard door under the sink.

      “And he just left a brand-new Mercedes in the lot of the mill?” She twisted on the tap and washed her hands with liquid dish detergent.

      “Yep.”

      Shaking the excess water from her fingers, she said, “You know, it’s best not to mingle with the rich folks. Especially the Monroes.”

      “I thought the Fitzpatricks were the people to avoid.”

      “Them, too. They’re all related, you know. Sylvia Monroe, Hayden’s mother, is Thomas Fitzpatrick’s sister. They’ve had money all their lives—and lots of it. They don’t understand how the other half lives. And I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts your friend Hayden is just the same.”

      Nadine thought of the ten-dollar bill Hayden had tried to hand her and her neck felt suddenly hot. But her mother probably didn’t notice her embarrassment. Donna was already busy cracking eggs into a bowl of hamburger, bread and onions.

      “Thick as thieves, if you ask me.”

      “You don’t know him. He’s not—” A swift glance from her mother cut her justification short and she quickly bit her tongue. What did she know about Hayden and why did she feel compelled to defend a boy who had mortified her? She remembered the look on his face as he’d tried to pay for her company. He was clearly surprised that she wouldn’t take the money. Her mother was right. All Hayden had ever learned was that anyone who did him a favor expected money in return. People were commodities and could be bought...if the price was right. “He’s not like that,” she said lamely.

      “What he’s ‘not’ is our kind. There have been rumors about him, Nadine, and though I don’t believe every piece of gossip I hear in this town, I do know that where there’s smoke there’s fire.”

      “What kind of rumors?” Nadine demanded.

      “Never mind—”

      “You brought it up.”

      “Okay.” Her mother wiped her hands on her apron and turned to face her daughter.

      Nadine’s heart began to thud and she wished she hadn’t asked.

      “Hayden Monroe, like his father before him, and his grandfather before him, has a reputation.”

      “A reputation?”

      “With women,” her mother said, cheeks flushing slightly as she forced her attention back to her bowl. “I’ve heard him linked with several girls...one in particular....”

      “Who?” Nadine demanded, but her mother shook her head and added a pinch of salt to the meat. “Who?” Nadine repeated.

      “I don’t think I should spread gossip.”

      “Then don’t accuse him of doing anything wrong!” Nadine said with more vehemence than she had intended.

      For a moment there was silence—the same deafening silence that occurred whenever her mother and father were having one of their arguments. Donna’s СКАЧАТЬ