“Right, in other words, things haven’t changed,” Dad clipped.
“Fuck you!” Mom clipped back and my body jolted.
Hawk entered the fray. “Bax asked you to calm down. Now this is my place and I’m tellin’ you to do it.”
Mom swung to Hawk. “Do I care?”
Oh my God. My long lost Mom had a foul mouth and a death wish.
“Are you gettin’ why I did what I could to keep this woman outta my daughter’s life?” Dad asked Hawk angrily.
“I’m not getting it,” I whispered.
“Of course you wouldn’t, baby,” Mom stated.
“Then, Gwen honey, I kept ‘em and I’ll give ‘em to you,” Dad told me. “First letter she sent, with photos, was when your Aunt Mildred died and left you ten thousand dollars. In it she says she was working in Africa with starving children and needed money for food and medicine when she was really in Boulder workin’ as a bartender in a Harley bar and needed money to keep herself in dope.”
Boulder? Boulder? I thought my mother lived in Rapid City.
I stared at Dad.
Great. Just great. My Mom was foul mouthed, had a death wish, lived thirty miles away from me and was just like Ginger.
Fantastic.
All this I thought in my head.
“Please tell me this isn’t happening,” was what I whispered out loud and Hawk’s other arm wrapped around my ribs.
“Second letter, and honey, there were only two, was when you graduated from high school and I turned your school fund over to you. It was flood victims that time,” Dad went on and my eyes went to my Mom as Dad continued. “What’s it now, Lib? You hear about the drive-by and think to get in on the insurance payout or you hear she hooked up with Hawk and think to get something from him?”
“It’s me,” Hawk stated and I twisted my neck to look up at him and see his gaze was steady and unhappy on my mother.
“I don’t know who you are,” Mom snapped at Hawk.
“Bullshit,” Hawk replied and my body jolted again.
“I’ve never seen you in my life,” she returned.
“You were Pope Rountree’s old lady, until he threw your ass out, and you were at his place three times when I took meetings with him there,” Hawk replied.
Mom ducked her chin and turned her body slightly to the side.
What Hawk said was true.
Oh my God. My long lost mother had a foul mouth, a death wish and she was a gold digger!
“That explains it, why you wouldn’t get out of Rick’s f**kin’ livin’ room until we took you to Gwen, the whole time, red-faced and shoutin’. Because you knew, we took you to Gwen, we took you to Hawk,” Dad surmised.
My mother stared at my father and then shifted attention and blame.
“My daughter was the victim of a drive-by because your daughter,” she jabbed an angry finger at Meredith, “is a piece of shit.”
Meredith’s face paled, Dad’s got red and I lost my mind.
“Don’t you dare,” I whispered and Mom swung to me and I watched, holy crap, I watched her carefully rearrange her face.
“Baby –” she whispered.