Part 95 (2/2)

”Mine's done.” Thresa smiled her pert smile. ”If you do my ears, I'll

give you my notes.”

Marianne moved her shoulders as if debating. ”Well, okay then.”

”Great. Wow, I almost forgot why I came over.” She dug into the deep

pocket of her frilly pink robe and pulled out a magazine article. ”My

sister sent this to me because she knows I go to school with you, Emma.

She cut it out of People. Have you ever seen that magazine?

It's just great. It has pictures of everybody. They have like Robert

Redford on the cover and Burt Reynolds. All the hunks.”

”I've seen it,” Emma said, because she knew it was the only way to shut

Teresa up.

”Sure you have, because your dad's been in there lots of times. Anyway,

I knew you'd just be dying to see it, so I brought it over.”

Because her stomach had settled, Emma propped herself up then took the

article. The nausea came back with a vengeance.

ETERNAL TRMGLE

There was Bev rolling on the floor with another woman. And Dad, with a

look of stunned fury on his face, reaching down for her. Bev's

dress was ripped, and there was a kind of wild anger in her eyes. The

same kind, Emma remembered, as had been there the last time she'd seen

her.

”I knew you'd want it,” Teresa was saying cheerfully. ”So I brought it

over. That's your mother, isn't it?”

”My mother,” Emma murmured, staring at Bev's picture.

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