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her mother from the time she was a little girl had been a battle of wills, battles her mother always won.
Coming up to Cathy there beneath the willow tree, Elaine glared at her. “If you wanted to convince everyone that you’re still emotionally unstable, that little scene back there proved it. Your rudeness to Brother Hovater was uncalled for. And how dare you treat J.B. in such a disrespectful manner. I raised you better than that, or at least I thought I did. I can’t tell you how disappointed I am in you, young lady. You should go back inside right this minute and apologize to everyone.”
“No,” Cathy said.
“What do you mean no?” Elaine stared at her in disbelief.
“I regret that I was rude to Brother Hovater, and I will probably apologize to him, but not this evening. Later. Perhaps at tomorrow evening’s prayer meeting. But as for J.B.—it will be a cold day in hell before I apologize to that man ever again.”
Elaine gasped.
“And another thing, Mother, I don’t give a rat’s ass how disappointed you are in me. Your opinion of me no longer matters.”
Cathy walked off, leaving her stunned mother standing alone in the side yard.
God, she felt good!
Chapter Eight
Cathy couldn’t ever remember feeling so damn good about doing something so bad. She had talked back to her mother, no doubt a sin that would condemn her to eternal hellfire. And she didn’t care. She had done what she had once believed would be impossible—she had stood up to her mother and survived. Not only had she survived, but she had been set free from a lifetime of knowing she would never live up to Elaine Nelson’s expectations.
As she strolled down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace, her mind savoring the preceding moments of personal glory, she didn’t pay any attention to the passing vehicles on the street.
“Running away from home?” a voice called out to her.
As she stopped and turned toward the sound of the voice, her breath caught in her throat when she saw that Jack Perdue had pulled his car over to the curb and had rolled down the passenger window.
“I might be,” she told him. “Got any suggestions where I should go?”
He slid across the seat, opened the door and said, “Yeah. Run away with me.”
“Okay.” Without hesitation, she got in the car with Jack.
He was right in her face; her shoulder pressed against his chest. They stared at each other for a full minute, one of the longest minutes of Cathy’s life. And then he slid back across the seat to the driver’s side, and she slammed the door shut.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
He grinned. “How about an early dinner somewhere?”
“Where?”
“Is the Catfish Shack still in business?”
“As far as I know. I haven’t been there in years.” Not since the last time he had taken her there.
The Catfish Shack was a seen-better-days restaurant and bar down by the river. The proprietor had a reputation for serving the best catfish and hush puppies in six counties. The music was loud, the beer flowed like water and all the food was to die for. And better yet, Cathy was relatively sure none of her churchgoing friends would be there. The place was a little too lively for their tastes. And much too sinful.
She had been there only once, years ago, on a date with Jack. She had been seventeen and madly in love.
Jack glanced over his shoulder, back at Lorie’s house. “Do you need to tell anyone where you’re going?”
She shook her head.
“You really are running away, aren’t you?”
“Temporarily.”
“Want to talk about it?” he asked.
“No, not really. I’d rather not think about what happened today or a year ago or eighteen months ago. I’d like to forget about all of it, just for a little while.”
“I’ll see what I can do to give you what you want.”
John Earl took his wife’s hands and held them in his. He wasn’t looking forward to telling her the news that was spreading around town like a deadly wildfire. But she had to be told. The local authorities believed there was a serial killer targeting clergymen. If the man found dead in the park today was indeed Father Brian Myers, he would be the killer’s third victim.
“What is it?” Ruth Ann asked. “I can tell by your expression that this isn’t going to be good news.”
He loved Ruth Ann for so many reasons, not the least of which was her strength and resilience. As a team, they