Part 9 (1/2)

A few seconds pa.s.sed before a message from Saucer appeared in the box.

iluvhotgurlz13: u gonna meet me on Sunday?

Serenity2cute_13: don't kno. I have 2 practice for my audition iluvhotgurlz13: 4 wat?

Serenity2cute_13: a modeling show iluvhotgurlz13: u like 2 take pics?

Serenity2cute_13: yup iluvhotgurlz13: lol, i like to take pics 2. Can i send u a pic rite now?

Serenity's heart started racing.

Serenity2cute_13: ok Saucer sent her a picture of an athletic-looking, chocolate brown, s.h.i.+rtless chest and torso. The head of the body was missing from the picture.

Serenity2cute_13: ur cute, lol iluvhotgurlz13: I bet u r 2 Serenity2cute_13: where's ur head?

iluvhotgurlz13: i have one Serenity smiled.

iluvhotgurlz13: wanna see it?

She was about to type yes, instead she jumped at the sudden sound of Lorenzo's voice behind her.

”What are you doing?” he asked as he walked into the den.

She turned off the monitor. ”Nothing,” she said.

”Nothing?” He pressed the b.u.t.ton on the computer screen and turned the monitor back on. He leaned over her and read the last few lines of the conversation she'd been having with Saucer: ”i have one”

”wanna see it?”

It? He placed one hand on the desk to balance himself and scrolled up a few lines until he saw the picture of the naked torso and chest. Deep lines spread across his forehead, causing him to resemble a bull dog. ”What the . . .”

”Daddy, I didn't ask him to send that,” Serenity said quickly.

”But you didn't tell him not to either, did you?” Lorenzo looked at her with a dull stare. ”Get up.”

She got up from the chair and crossed her arms while she watched her father exit out of the chat room, and then shut down the computer. ”I don't know what you think you're doing,” he said with a slurred voice, ”but don't let me catch you doing it again.”

She s.h.i.+fted her weight to one foot. ”I wasn't doing anything,” she said.

He turned around. ”What do you mean you weren't doing anything?” He pointed to the computer. ”Looking at naked bodies is not doing anything?”

”I wasn't looking at naked bodies,” she said staring up at the ceiling.

Lorenzo sat on the edge of the desk and looked at her. ”What do you call it?”

”It was a naked chest, and I wasn't looking at it.”

He stared hard at her. ”Are you trying to get smart with me?”

Serenity looked at her father's distorted face.

”Answer me,” he said.

She returned her gaze to the desk lamp. ”No,” she answered.

Lorenzo stood up. ”Like I said, whatever you think you're doing, don't let me catch you doing it again.”

”You won't,” Serenity said. She left the den and ran upstairs. She meant what she said. He wouldn't catch her again because she would be more careful next time.

Serenity waited until her father had closed the front door behind him. She didn't know where he was going, she was just glad he had left. She went into the living room and browsed through the television guide until she found the television series, America's Top Model. Dang! She stomped her foot. She had just missed the first fifteen minutes of the show.

She continued watching until each of the contestants was told to walk toward the judges. Serenity sat completely still as she watched the way each model moved. This was the part she had been waiting for. She studied their posture-shoulders back, hips forward-as they all walked with confidence.

After the show ended, she grabbed her iPod, put in her earplugs, and turned up the volume to a fast-paced beat. She placed a book on top of her head, then pushed her shoulders back, and tried to thrust her hips forward. With one foot in front of the other, she took her first step.

She practiced placing her heel down first instead of her entire foot the way she'd just seen the models on television doing. Then she walked with long strides up and down the length of the braided wool runner in the hallway. She looked straight-ahead with her chin up and tried to keep her head and shoulders still. The book on her head kept sliding to one side, and she constantly reached up to push it back in place.

Her foot continued to trip on the edge of the runner each time she got to the end of her walk. She sighed. Stupid rug! At the end of each walk she paused for a moment, turned, and then finished walking in the opposite direction. She pretended that the front door she was looking at was the faces of the judges, and Serenity made sure her head was the last thing she turned as she walked away.

After she auditioned in March, people were going to look at her differently. No longer would they see her as a clumsy, long-legged girl. She smiled. People would recognize her as one of those pretty and elegant models walking on runways all over the world! And there'd be no tripping over things, no more sighs from her mother-only hugs and praises. Serenity moved the rug out of the way and continued practicing.

Chapter Seventeen.

It was almost 5:45 p.m. when Shari left the coffeehouse. She got in her car and trailed behind Tia on her way home. She had sensed that something might be wrong with Tia and Lorenzo's relations.h.i.+p a while back.

One afternoon she and Tia had been outside talking when Lorenzo had pulled up and had gotten out of his car. He'd barely spoken to Tia and had ignored Shari altogether.

”Can't you say hi?” Tia had asked him while she tilted her head to her right where Shari sto od.

”Oh, hi,” he'd said like a child who had been reprimanded. He continued walking to the house, and Shari remembered thinking how odd his behavior had been. Then there had been the time when Tia had invited Shari over for a cup of coffee. She and Tia had been sitting at the kitchen table when Lorenzo had come home and had proceeded to walk past both of them without speaking as he went upstairs. Once again, Tia had to remind him to speak.

Now Tia had told her about some other man she was infatuated with, and Shari prayed to G.o.d that's all it was-although that was bad enough. When Shari had asked her if she was sleeping with the man, she hadn't been convinced by Tia's answer. It hadn't been her answer as much as it had been the way she'd answered. All Shari could do was pray that it had not gotten physical.

The traffic light turned yellow, and Shari stopped as Tia picked up speed and drove through the intersection. She watched Tia's SUV turn into the entrance of their cul-de-sac. Seconds later, the light turned green, and Shari crossed the intersection and made a left turn into the cul-de-sac just as a pizza delivery car was exiting. She saw the red taillights from Tia's SUV as her garage door slowly lowered itself to the ground. Shari smiled as she drove past her neighbor's house on the right side of the street. She'd caught a glimpse through the large picture window of a teenage boy dancing with a slice of pizza in his hand. She turned left into her driveway just as the porch light on the stucco house directly next to hers came on.

Since she and Tony had moved into their house almost a year ago, she'd had little opportunity to get to know her next-door neighbors. She saw the woman of the house frequently in pa.s.sing, but her neighbor seldom offered anything more than a stoic h.e.l.lo. Most of the time, she didn't acknowledge Shari's presence at all, and Shari thought she appeared to be quite unhappy.

Before it had gotten ridiculously cold, Tony had occasionally stood at the metal fence that separated the two driveways and engaged in small talk with the husband. At one point, her neighbor had even helped Tony secure the hanging b.u.mper on their car with two bungee cords until they could afford to get it repaired at the body shop.

She turned off her car and got out. Just as she made it to the front door, it suddenly opened and Tony stood smiling at her as the aroma of beef, onions, and peppers drifted up her nostrils.

”Hey,” she said, looking up at him.

He closed the door behind her and lowered his head to receive her kiss. ”Hey back,” he said.