“Yes.” Carly was worried, and it showed. “She should never have said that to you,” she added. “She loved you when you were a baby. You wouldn’t remember, you were too little, but I do. She was so happy…”
“So happy that she now treats me this way?” Keely asked, hurt.
Carly sighed. “She was different after your father left. She started drinking then, and it’s just gotten worse year after year.” She saw that she wasn’t getting through to the younger woman. “There are things you don’t know about your parents, Keely,” she said gently.
“Such as?”
Carly shook her head. “That’s not my place to tell you.” She turned away. “I’m going home. She’ll sleep until morning.”
“Lock the door when you leave, please,” Keely said.
“I’m leaving now. You can lock it.” Carly got her purse and stopped just as the door closed behind the two women.
“I’m as bad as she is, sometimes,” the older woman confessed quietly. “I shouldn’t make fun of the way you are, and neither should she. But you don’t fight back, Keely. You must learn to do that. You’re nineteen. Don’t spend the rest of your life knuckling under, just to keep peace.”
Keely frowned. “I don’t.”
“You do, baby,” Carly said softly. She sighed. “Ella and I are a bad influence on you. What you need to do is get an apartment of your own and live your own life.”
Keely searched the other woman’s eyes. “I’ve thought about that….”
“Do it,” Carly advised. “Get out while you can.”
Keely frowned. “What do you mean?”
Carly hesitated. “I’ve said too much already. Enjoy your date. Good night.”
* * *
CARLY WALKED OFF to her small import car. Keely watched her for a minute before she went down the steps to where Clark was waiting in his sleek Lincoln. He leaned across and opened the door for her.
He grinned. “I’d come around and open it, but I’m too lazy,” he teased.
She smiled back. He was like a kinder version of Boone. Clark had the same black hair and dark eyes, but he was a little shorter than his brother, and his hair was wavy—unlike Boone’s, which was straight.
“Neither one of you resemble your sister,” she remarked.
He shrugged. “Winnie got our mother’s coloring. She doesn’t like that. We hated our mother.”
“So Winnie said.”
He glanced at her as they pulled out of her mother’s yard. “We share the feeling, don’t we, Keely?” he probed. “Your mother is a walking headache.”
She nodded. “She was in high form tonight,” she said wearily. “Drunk and vicious.”
“What was Carly saying to you?”
“That I have to learn to stand up to her,” she said. “Surprising, isn’t it, coming from Mother’s best friend? The two of them make fun of me all the time.”
Clark glanced at her, and he didn’t smile. “She’s right about that. You need to stand up to my brother, too. Boone walks all over people who won’t fight back.”
She shivered. “I’m not taking on your brother,” she said. “He’s scary.”
“Scary? Boone?”
She averted her gaze to the window. “Can’t we talk about something else?”
He was disconcerted by her remark, but he pulled himself together quickly. “Sure! I just heard that the Chinese are launching another probe toward the moon.”
She gave him a wry look.
“You don’t like astronautics,” he murmured. “Okay. Politics?”
She groaned out loud. “I’m so sick of presidential candidates that I’m thinking of moving to someplace where nobody runs for public office.”
“The Amazon jungle comes to mind.”
Her eyes narrowed. “If I went far enough in, I might escape television and the internet.”
“I can see the headlines now,” he said with mock horror. “Local vet technician eaten by jaguar in darkest jungles of South America!”
“No self-respecting jaguar would want to eat a human being,” she retorted. “Especially one who eats anchovies on pizza.”
“I didn’t know you liked anchovies.”
She sighed. “I don’t. But when I was little, I discovered that if I ordered them, my dad would let me have more than two slices of pizza.”
He laughed. “Your father must have been a card.”
“He was.” She smiled reminiscently. “Animals loved him. I’ve seen him feed tigers right out of his hand without ever being bitten. Even snakes liked him.”
“That animal park must have been something else.”
“It was wonderful,” she replied. “We all loved it. But there was a tragic accident, and Dad lost everything.”
“Somebody got eaten?”
“Almost,” she replied, unwilling to say more. “There was a lawsuit.”