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Sticks and Stones

Author(s): Karen Snyder

There are whispers of slain men and of bodies being discovered all around the Saint Louis area of the 1920s. In Grantsville a gangster turns his eyes on a vibrant eighteen-year-old named Gloriana Fuller. Jack Diamond dresses like the movie star, Rudolph Valentino. His automobile is long and sleek and extravagant. While Gloriana finds his presence electrifying, she suspects he may be the notorious Eddie Richardson who beds very young women and drowns men in the river. Hadnt he served time in jail on bootlegging charges?

After a hasty marriage they enjoy a steamy relationship. But the fruit of their love possesses a rotten core. Law enforcement agencies are paid off; Eddie reigns with a firm hand, keeping all competitors out. Gloriana is blinded by love until the horrendous truth unveils. Gloriana realizes Eddies evil side after she catches him with a girl in bed at his lair at the Moonlight Inn. He disgusts her. His gang kills, plunders, rapes, and profits from illegal moonshine. And their evil deeds are raising political interest in Washington. Prohibition laws made Eddie rich and he will not change his ways, not even for Gloriana.

But theres a train speeding toward him on the same track, a stranger in Grantsburg seeking to end Eddies career...and win his wife. But can even the rugged, handsome Prohibition Agent T.W. Walker save her and send Eddie Richardson to prison? Washington lawmen soon descend on the area, arresting everyone who aided Eddie; and that includes Gloriana. Is it too late for her, or can she and the lawman get the evidence he needs to send Eddie to prison for life?

Her mother rushed at her wielding the razor strop. Gloriana Pearl Fullers dress and corset provided little padding for her slight build. Shed practically sell her soul to the devil to leave home.

"Come here!"

Snap! Gloriana dodged and fell on the floor, scraping her knee. Her head barely missed hitting a cast iron leg. The lash licked her calf. Snap!

"Mother, no!"

"Come here, you little"

Myrtle swung again and again. Flinching, Gloriana shrieked. It stung. She scrambled to her feet, covering her head and face with her hands and arms.

"Yee-ouch! Dont"

Her mothers bushy brows rumpled and her lips curved into an arc-of-hate, an expression that visited Gloriana in nightmares. Throughout her life, her mother had whipped her. Gloriana yanked a chair from under the table, blocking her mothers path, further enraging her. Myrtle shoved it aside. A pot crashed to the floor.

"You no account little" She yanked Glorianas brunette hair. With the other hand, Myrtle drew back the strop and struck Glorianas back. "Come here!"

Snap! As Myrtle readied for a fresh hit, Gloriana scurried around the table.


Her mother cornered her. Again and again she swung, striking Gloriana on the back, buttocks, and legs. Praying, Gloriana squeezed her eyes shut. Pain shot through her body until her mothers arm tired and the whipping ended.

"Dont ever leave this yard again! You hear me?" The heavyset woman bellowed with the tenacity of a drill sergeant leading a satanic army. "Not without my permission. You dont seem to learn." Her chest heaving, she hung the strop on its hook. "Next time itll be harder. Now get out of my sight."

Sobbing, Gloriana wished her life would end. Her back burned from welts. Gloriana lifted her skirt, tore through the dining room and sitting parlor. Loping up the stairs two steps at a time, she passed her gleeful nine-year-old brother. Inside her bedchamber she pressed the door shut with her back. Breathlessly, Gloriana waited for footsteps, but merciful silence fell upon the house. She waited, her heart thundering. Five minutes passed and her mother didnt come. She was safe.

Her brother laughed, and sang, "Nah, nah, nah, nah!"

The sound carried. The four-feet-nine-inch, skinny-legged, blonde terror angered her. He enjoyed inciting her mother. Myrtle seldom spanked Trevor because he could do no wrong. Her aunt told her once that her grandmother whipped Myrtle with a strop. Perhaps her mother thought it normal to whip a girl child. However, Gloriana was no longer a child, for goodness sake. Couldnt her mother see that?

Thinking back, Gloriana remembered the crime; following her cat. An unthinkable act. A dog had chased it down the alley and past the barn. Gloriana feared the tom would lose its way. Stupidly she followed. She loved the cat. Needless to say, she had made a poor decision.

From the window, Myrtle had watched. Gloriana hung clothes on the line. All morning she kept her eyes on Glorianas movements. The moment Gloriana stepped off the property, her mother followed. She grabbed a handful of Glorianas dark hair, marched her home, pushed her up the steps, and through the back door. In shock, neighbors stood near a hedgerow, and watched the nightmarish scene and soon dispersed, appalled.

Her mother allowed Gloriana out of her sight on Sunday afternoons, when her friends visited. They gossiped and drank lemonade, tea, or coffee. Gloriana lived for the freedom of Sundays after church. As she stood with her back flattened to her closed bedchamber door, tears wet her cheeks. If she were to leave, where would she live? How would she earn money?

The pain subsided. Looking at the positive side, her mother hadnt picked up the razor strop lately. Wordlessly sitting at the dining room table, Gloriana scooted the bit of scrambled egg across her plate. She whiffed coffee and heard the rattle of the neighbors automobile. She was not allowed to speak, although her brother Trevor talked incessantly. Trevor whined about how badly the neighbor boy treated him during a baseball game.

To her right, her father hid behind his section of the Marion Daily

Republican. He folded it and read the back page without noticing Glorianas plight. Usually, he concerned himself with three clock repair shops. Rarely, did he come home. An unwritten rule existed. He was not to be disturbed with domestic problems. Conversation was sparse. Gloriana feared mentioning her troubles. Medium-tall and gaunt, he hunched at the shoulders and sniffed every few seconds. Silver streaked his hair and worry lines cut deep into his forehead. Gloriana wondered why he refused to go to church.

To her left, her mother raised her head from behind the front page and sneered. Gloriana lowered her eyes to her bacon, not wishing to provoke her. Elaines father and mother accepted her without question. Why couldnt it be that way in the Fuller household? The grandfather clock chimed six times, reminding her that a day of freedom approached. She lived for Sundays.

"Whats happening to the young people today?" her mothers voice cut into the silence. The family gazed her way when she lowered the paper. "I want you to look at this." She pecked a photograph of made-up young women who wore risqu, shapeless dresses. "Showing their ankles and calves. Look at em. Incredible."

"Mm-hm." Butch wagged his head and resumed reading his section.

"They get by with murder," said Myrtle.

Her dislike of Gloriana apparent, she frowned, and smiled Trevors way. "Those ruffians who pick on you, the ones down the street, need me to come down there."

"Yeah," said Trevor, not understanding the implied violence.

"Like you, Gloriana." She gazed icily toward Gloriana. "If I didnt punish you, youd be loose, like those girls in the paper. Some day youll thank me."

For her brutal treatment, Gloriana could never forgive her mother. Silently, she finished eating and waited to be excused, knowing better than to speak in her own defense; her mother would slap her out of the chair.

"If Id ever catch you going near any boys who dont belong to our church." She paused, thinking. "Or if I catch you mixin with strange men, youd get it real hard."

Who was she talking about? Boys were afraid to come near her. Her mother invented trouble. Her father put down the paper and interrupted. For once he stood up for Gloriana.

"Good heavens, she wont Myrtle."

"Butch, I beg your pardon. I know her a lot better. Cause youre never here." Glorianas mother scowled, her German patience wearing thin. "Remember what I said missy. I dont ever want to hear about you with any strange men."

Much to her dismay, the hellfire and damnation sermon kept everyone past twelve oclock. Patiently, she listened while fingering a page of a hymnal. The final prayer was said, the doors opened, and worshippers emerged into the sun, heading for their surreys and motorcars. The bell clanged and she bid friends goodbye. She ran-walked toward sidewalk, en route for the Sunshine Soda and Confectionery Shop. The Sunshine was the place to go. Other businesses were closed, because they observed the Sabbath.

Her mother climbed into the surrey, but didnt sit. "Gloriana?"

"Yes?" With dread, Glori turned and looked back.

"Youd better not be a minute later than five."

"Yes Mm," she said. She hurried out of the yard before her mother could change her mind.

It was a glorious day. The sun shone in the light blue sky. Birds tweeted. The air was warm and not too humid. Through the week she thought about talking with friends on Sunday afternoons. The Catholic Church dismissed the congregation earlier than the Protestant church. Unlike Gloriana, Elaine was Catholic. Elaine arrived several minutes early and saved a place for them to sit. This week, due to Elaines insistence, they opted for counter seats. Gloriana found it odd, but went along. She didnt care whether she sat at the counter or the tables.

Gloriana wore her least-faded summer dress. The hem touched her ankles and the sleeves lined her wrists. It was a hot garment to wear during the dog days of summer. Her ebony hair tumbled and bounced on her shoulders. She held the wide-brimmed hat and waved at an acquaintance along the way.

The previous six days crawled by and she knew the current afternoon of freedom would zip past. With excitement, her heartbeat quickened. She hopped over the cracks in the sidewalk, striding farther away from the church. A horse and rider passed, catching her attention.

"Howre you doin Glori?" asked a boy her age.

"Fine. You?"

He seemed to be smiling more broadly than usual. Was he flirting? She hoped not.

"Just fine, too."

Humming, she meandered toward the square. She tried not to appear eager, so she scanned the opposite side of the street. To her chagrin, her brother had followed. Cringing, she looked ahead. He wouldnt dare go to the soda shop. He accompanied a friend. That was a good sign. After calling her name, he stuck out his tongue, and yelled a rude remark. How come her mother allowed him out of the yard? He had the run of the town.

"You dont mean that!"

"You better not tell me what to do. Ill tell Mother and youll get a whippin. I cant wait." He let out a high-pitched giggle.

Gloriana rolled her eyes. The little demon. She couldnt stand him. Picking up her pace, she walked down a side street. He would tell. Even if a whipping awaited her, she didnt want to miss an afternoon in town. She felt as though Lincoln freed the slaves. Entering the soda shop, she scanned the tables.

"Elaine?" Gloriana moved to Elaines side, sporting a broad smile.

Elaine and Gloriana ordered a sarsaparilla. Elaines figure was curvy and regal, her features were dainty, and she seemed optimistic.

"Its on the house," the soda jerk said. and made a clicking sound with his tongue.

"Thank you," said Gloriana, picking up the soft drink. "Wasnt that nice? Free."

"They do that for ladies who sits up here," said Elaine.

"Why?" Gloriana paused. "Maybe we should sit up here more often."

Elaine shrugged. "I guess maybe we should."

She turned, and whispered, "And also, hes got a crush on me."

Gloriana giggled. "Oh, so thats why."

"Hes not my type."

For a few minutes they chatted about the weeks happenings. The soda shop was a high-ceilinged room that possessed shiny hardwood floors, and colorful bottles of syrups on the back of the counter. She felt older than eighteen.

High-pitched laughter rose above the hum of voices. The soda jerk mixed different drinks. None of the drinks contained liquor, because liquor was illegal and immoral. The soda jerk wiped down newly vacated tables.

Gloriana whispered to Elaine, "Youre right. Hes not your type."

A reflection from outdoors flashed out the corner of Gloris eye. A black automobile parked outside. She turned toward the back of the counter.

"Nice, huh?" said Elaine, cooly. "The automobile, I mean."

Gloriana glimpsed outside, and sighed. "Its the prettiest one Ive ever seen."

"Its noisy." Elaine laughed. Elaine grinned. "I know the owner."

"You do? Who?"

"The owners rich."

"Hed have to be," said Gloriana, sipping.

"Get this. Those bigger cars scare horses." She laughed. "They sure do. Elaines hair was glistening russet and combed up in a new style called a pompadour and a lot of make-up.

"Wheres your new boyfriend?" asked Gloriana.

"Hes meeting me."

"Whats his name?"

"Dwight Kramer," she said, in a soft and clear voice.

"Hes coming here? Today?"

"Do I look all right? Tell me the truth." Her back straight and taut, she posed.

Admiring Elaines trendy chemise and feathered cloche, she nodded. "I wish I looked as good as you."

Elaine groaned. "You do. Your motherI dont like to talk bad about people, but Glori, shes got you sotorn down. Youre beautiful."

"Look at you, Lainie! Youre so sophisticated. And your clothes are"

Gloriana stopped, thinking she sounded silly. The nicest thing Gloriana wore was a homemade hat, which displayed blue and pink streamers. The hat never changed. Gloriana changed the ribbons each Saturday evening. Elaines tone grew serious.

"If I could dress you up and put some make-up on you, why Glori, youd be a beauty queen."

"Oh, really?" Gloriana peered at her in disbelief. "What kind of dress is that youre wearing? Its the new style, isnt it?"

"Like it?"

"I do, but its short. Motherd kill me if I ever"

"Dont ruin your day," said Elaine. "Dont even mention her name."

Gloriana agreed. A shiver wavered through her. Why did she mention her mother? A male hand brushed Glorianas back and she whiffed his citrusy after-shave lotion. She turned and looked up at him. She hadnt seen anyone coming.

A deep, male voice murmured, "Im in love."

Who was he talking about?

The stranger who stood at Glorianas side whispered something to Elaines partner, Dwight Kramer. Two men arrived instead of one. Who was the second man? Gloriana fixed her eyes up at the tall, dark-haired man. He peered back with an attitude of self-command and studied relaxation. His eyes were blueor were they gray? He was strong and wore a suit bought somewhere else. In fact, both men wore very expensive clothing, unlike the men from Grantsburg. Didnt she once see a photograph of a movie star, Rudolph Valentino, and hadnt he worn a similar suit? The fellow who stood next to her was as handsome as Rudolph.

When he returned her interest, her eyes dove. Plaguing her, his hand touched the small of her back. She should go home, because he shouldnt place his hand there. Although, the more she thought about it, it wasnt hurting anything. How well did Elaine know her new boyfriend? Gloriana peered their way.

Dwight put his arm around Elaines shoulder. Glorianas cheeks deepened in color while she watched them. What was Elaines boyfriends other hand doing?

"Quit," Elaine said, softly urging him. She shoved his hand off her waist. "Dont."

"Loosen up," Dwight said.

"People are watching," whispered Elaine.

Dwights dark blonde hair was cut in a trendy style. He wore a muscular physique on his six-foot frame. Gold and jeweled rings sparkled on his fingers. Gloriana didnt care for his aggressiveness.

"Whats your name?" asked the man with the blue-gray eyes, who stood beside Gloriana.

She tore her gaze off Dwight and focused on the man who placed his hand on her waistline. "Gloriana Fuller. Any youre"

"Jack Diamond." A laugh escaped his lips. "Youre"

"Gloris fine. Nice to meet you."

He seemed citified, and his demeanor urbane. He didnt look like other men. Neither man seemed as though they lived in Grantsburg, population 642.

"The pleasure is mine."

Her senses returned and she repositioned her attention on the soda jerk. Her body tautened as she leaned away from. It was an unnatural position, but his hand stayed. She began to feel uncomfortable. Should she be talking to him? Actually, he was an older man; a lot older. Too old, maybe?

"Give me one of those, and give the ladies another," he said to the soda jerk.

"Thank you," said Elaine.

"Yes, thank you," parroted Gloriana.


Was he in his mid-thirties? Oh, how she wished to be a little more forward and ask a few questions. Although, asking men leading questions wasnt socially acceptable. Dozens of women probably wanted him as a beau. Silence hung as heavy as the July humidity. His hand stayed on her waist and she endured his visual scrutiny. Although he was much too old for her. Liquor stunk on his breath; at least, she thought it was liquor. He broke the law.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

She would be polite, remember her manners. "On the corner of Alexander and Washington. On Alexander Hill. Do you know where that is?"

"That big house?" Leaning her way, he nodded. "The one with the green shutters?"

"Thats the one." She didnt want him going there. Perhaps she shouldnt be so forthcoming. "How about you?"

"I live off French Lick Creek Road, at a place called Moonlight Inn."

"Oh." Perhaps her father heard of him. She hoped he didnt hear about the current set of events, though. "Thats a nice name: Moonlight Inn."

"I named it myself. In fact, I had it built. You know where French Lick Creek Road is?"

"Yes." She held her breath, summoning the nerve to ask him a daring question. "What do you do, Mr. Diamond, or a living?"

"Jewelry," he said, and laughed.

"Do you really?" His name was Diamond and he sold jewelry. "What a big coincidence."

Her father sold and repaired watches, too. Also, Elaines male friend wore a lot of jewelry. Did he buy it from Mr. Diamond?

In a voice like a knife scraping sandpaper, he murmured, "Where have you been all my life?"

As he said it, his nose hovered an inch over her ear. Shivers tore through her until her knees weakened. It happened just as he reached for his soda. She gasped.

"Didnt mean to shock you," he said.

Brushing her long skirt, he propped a strong leg on her stool as though he were taking possession. If he continued, other boys would be afraid to come and talk. But, of course, she could be misinterpreting the entire situation.

Hesitantly, she said, "Ive been right here in Grantsburg. All my life. I havent moved anywhere." She found his interest nerve-racking.

"How old are you, hon?"


Much too young for him. Judging by his words and actions, she doubted he was a man with scruples. Although, as unsophisticated as she was, how would she know? Maybe men from different cities acted like Mr. Diamond and Dwight Kramer. Nodding, he brought a bottle of brown liquid from an inside pocket of his jacket.

"Youre a young thing, arent you?" he asked, uncapping it.

"I guess so. Not real young."

Lifting the bottle to his lips, his eyes dropped to hers as he contemplated her words. "Want some?"

Gloriana didnt want her mother noticing the scent of whiskey later. She wouldnt be able to walk for a week. She whiffed the fumes and scrunched her nose.

"P-shu! Hoh! I think not."

"Come on," he urged softly, holding it closely. "One little sip."

"I cant." Gently, she shoved his hand away.


She shrugged. "Go ahead." As he sipped, she summoned the nerve to ask, "So, how old are you?" Her eyes shot down once the question left her lips.

"Ah. Thirty-six." His gaze grazed her downcast profile. "Why?"

She shrugged. "Just wondered."

"You think Im too old for you, hon?"

Hon? She flushed miserably, perspiring. She fanned herself with a piece of paper. "Too old for what, Mr. Diamond."

Obviously contemplating her breast size, he again lifted the bottle to his lips. His Adams apple bobbed once. Her heart skipped a beat. She dropped her soda.

"Oh no!" It crashed onto the floor.

"Its no big deal. Hell get it." Jack raised a hand and snapped at the soda jerk.

The boy jumped. "Yes, sir?"

It was an order. "Get it."

The boys eyes rounded and he froze in place. "Yes sir, right away."

He hurried for the back room. With renewed humiliation, she looked away until the soda jerk emerged and mopped up the mess.

"Im so sorry."

Jacks amused expression embraced her. "No problem."

"Theres a free table," said Dwight Kramer. "Over there." A cigarette bounced on his lip. "We can get out of his way." His diamond rings flashing in the sunlight, he escorted Elaine toward the main window that overlooked a motorcar.

"Care to join them?" Jack lowered his eyes.

Was there another choice? She scanned the table. Standing at the counter drew attention that she wasnt sure she wanted. All heads turned their way. Who was he really?

Elaine turned, and asked "Coming, Glori?"

Did Elaine want to sit with him? She considered the escalating drama while fanning away cigar smoke that twirled her way. Without even considering Mr. Diamonds wishes, she wouldnt mind sitting where the air was fresher. She glanced outside. If Trevor caught her mingling with him, hed run home and tell. Sunday freedom would be a memory.

"Is everything all right?" Mr. Diamond asked.

"Yes," She lied. His concern made her shudder to the depths of her soul.

"Ready?" He took her arm. No man had ever escorted her anywhere.

"I cant." She stopped, and took her arm from his hand.

"You cant be serious," Mr. Diamond said. "You dont want to sit down?"

A lady wouldnt immediately take up with a man, especially one who looked and acted like him. Contemplating his demeanor, she smiled, unable to help herself. Intrigued, she noticed how the sunlight caught the glint of blue steel under his jackets bulging lapel. A gun? Quickly, she looked away.

"I-I cant stay." With three sets of disappointed eyes focused on her, Gloriana paused. "Maybe for a few minutes, I can talk." It was too early to go home. Her mother really would suspect her of something.

"Id be honored," he said.

"You would be? Really? Thank you."

She flushed as they crossed the room and he pulled the chair from under the table. Outside a man leaned against the luxurious car all the while. He dressed a lot like Dwight and Jack Diamond. Elaine noticed, too.

"Nice," Elaine told Mr. Diamond.


"So thats yours?" Gloriana asked. "Not the man, but the motorcar?"

"Yeah to both."

"Where do you buy petrol?"

"Five miles that way." He motioned with his head.

"Oh, nice. Isnt it nice?" Elaine gave her a quizzical look, and mouthed, "Whats wrong with you?"

Gloriana rolled her eyes. What could she say? The man made her clam up.

Mr. Diamond said, "I have two motorcars, really. I plan to buy a couple more."

"Two?" said Elaine. "Wow-ee."

"Lincolns," he said.

"Mm-hm. Very nice," said Gloriana.

"Thats a lot; two and soon four," said Elaine. "Isnt it, Glori?"

"The others a year newer." His eyes lingered on hers. "Good cars. Best I ever drove."

Gloriana said, "Its the first time I saw one."

"How about a ride?" asked Jack Diamond.

From the first moment she saw him the feeling that he would extend an invitation lingered in the back of her mind. "Oh, no. I cant."

"Why not?"

Elaine leaned toward them. "Its not her. Its her mother. Shes a real doozie." Elaine rolled her eyes. "If you know what I mean."

"I can handle her," Mr. Diamond said.

Her voice, an ebbing tide, said, "No, you just cant. Shedyou dont know her."

"What would she do?" asked Mr. Diamond, his eyes wide. "Not to me she wouldnt do a damned thing. And I wouldnt let her try anything with you. She wouldnt know who she was dealin with."

Grimly, she looked away not saying a word. Her pool of thought regarding her mother was private and she would not let him tap it. What would he say if he knew that her mother routinely whipped her over small matters?

"It bothers you to talk about it, doesnt it?" he asked, and rubbed her back for two or three seconds.

After a pause, she shrugged. "I cant say."

He removed his hand. "Did I upset you?"

In a sharp exhalation, she said, "Its okay."

"I like your hat," he said, fingering the streamers that dangled down her back.

"Oh, this old thing. Its nothing, really." His fingers moved on her bodice back and an unwelcome tint climbed her cheeks.

"I like this," he murmured.

She looked down at the wriggling fingers in her lap, and inwardly pooh-poohed his compliment. Anyone with eyes could tell she hand-decorated the hat. He tried to impress her with flattery.

"Its Elaines hat. Or, it once was. She gave it to me."


"Thank you, Mr. Diamond."

"A rided be fun, sometime," said Elaine. "Dont you think, Glori?"

Gloriana grimaced. If she could, shed nudge Elaines leg. "I really do appreciate it. And, its nice of you and all. But I cant." Turning in her seat, she began to rise. "I have to go. It was nice meeting you, gentlemen. Mr. Diamond." Mustering her strength, she looked both of the men in the face. "See you."

"Ill drive you," said Mr. Diamond.


He had to be joking. Such an act would be dangerous. She envisioned Jack Diamond dropping her off at the corner of Alexander and Washington as her mother watched. The repercussions would be catastrophic.

"You come here every Sunday?" he asked. He grasped a lock of her hair and twirled it around his finger.


The urge to leave vanished. He seemed to tear his eyes off her. His line of vision drifted outside. He didnt focus. He turned back, looking at her full in the face.

"How about next Sunday? Youll be here?"

She bit her lip and shrugged. "I dont know. Maybe."

"What if Im here?" he asked. "And what if I asked you to go on a ride with me and Dwight and Elaine? Then what? Would you say no?"

Her heart rate increased. It would be so very much fun and she yearned to do it. "I-I dont know."

"Its settled then. Ill be here."

He reached out and squeezed her hand. When did she say yes? Pausing, Gloriana sighed with exasperation.

"Mr. Diamond, wherere you from?"

"Originally? Chicago."

She gave him an odd look, wondering what he was doing in Grantsburg, Illinois. His face looked vaguely familiar. Surely, she could trust him. She gazed down and noticed his hand. Where was his second to smallest finger? She had no business asking, but she did anyway, touching his hand.

"What happened?"

"A bar fight. I beat the dickens out of him. He healed, but my finger got infected."

"Your ring finger."

"It doesnt stop me from doing other stuff." His fingers moved and rested on her shoulder.

"I see that."

He smiled. "What if I want to talk to you, say through the week? Pop in?"

"No." Panic gripped her. "Please dont."

He nodded. "Okay, then. Ill send you a note. Through Elaine."

What if her mother intercepted the note? Tears couldnt come now. She acted like a whimpering schoolgirl. She felt herself being pushed to the wall.

"Mr. Diamond, listen" Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to not cry. "Youll get me in trouble." She wrung her hands. Word would get around that she flirted with him. The lash of the strop already stung. "Just dont."

"I dont want to do that." He scratched his head and his jaw twitched.

"Well, this time I really do have to go." Inhaling once sharply, she rose and backed away from the table, without making too big of a fool of herself. "Im leaving now," she told Elaine, then stumbled over a chair, catching the table. "Oops."

Jack Diamond rose, too. "Wait, Glori!" He called her Glori and they barely knew each other. She didnt remember her name sounding so ominous on any persons lips--ever. "Ill be here next week."

She shrugged. "I just dont know."

His attention confused her. As though a demon chased her, and without a glance back she darted from the Sunshine Soda Shop and hurried home, thinking about Jack Diamond the entire jaunt. Would she meet him the next week? She had all week to think about it. Arriving home, she was relieved to find her mother entertaining her sister June and her first cousin on the porch. Jeffrey sat on the steps of the white two-story house, which boasted green spires, white siding, and a gabled roof. The two heavy-set women occupied the swing, gabbing and swatting flies.

"Hi," Aunt June said, fanning herself. "Youre all dressed up."

"Oh, this. I didnt change after church." She looked down at her blue dress. "Thank you." She leaned and hugged her Aunt June.

"Youve grown," said Aunt June. "My, my. Youve blossomed into a beautiful young woman. I hadnt seen you for two months and it seems like its been a year. Jeffrey and I thought wed stop by."

"Im glad you did."

Gloriana glanced at her mothers disapproving expression, before she acknowledged the lavish complement. Maybe Gloriana should find a rope, wind it into a noose, and string it to the barns rafters. Maybe then shed make her happy. Nothing else worked. She would laugh at Glorianas funeral and dance in the street. If the truth were known, Gloriana had thought about ending it all. At least Jeffrey was glad to see her. Bless his heart. A smile spread over his lips as Gloriana crossed the porch and pulled the screen open.

"Whats goin on up town?" asked June.

"Nothing much."

"I thought about going up," Jeffrey said.

Jeffrey stood six feet tall, was solidly built, and sported a dark blonde head of hair. His eyes were blue. Jeffrey quarterbacked for Grantsburg High and enjoyed reading. His teachers told June he was a very intelligent boy of sixteen. In a way, he resembled June, except for the hair color and height. They were both friendly and she had utmost respect for them.

Her mother said, "When you get in the kitchen bring me a lemonade. Then you can start the dishes. Theyd better be done by the time I go in." Her voice lowered and she told June, "You can never tell about that girl."

Gloriana shut out her mothers words, which were barbed and hurtful.

Jeffrey rose to his feet. "Excuse me," he said, his voice cracking. "Ill get it."

Gloriana climbed the stairs, changed into an everyday dress and went into the kitchen where Jeffrey leaned back on the stove with his arms folded at his chest and his legs planted firmly apart. Jeffrey had delivered Myrtle the glass of lemonade and began helping Gloriana dry dishes. She gazed at him as his eyes followed her.

"Whats wrong?" Jeffrey asked.

"Nothing. Why?" She scrubbed up spilled lemonade from the luncheon.

"Are you going uptown regular now on Sundays?" He hung a soggy dishtowel up to dry and searched for a dry one. His voice was laced with a new emotion.

"Yeah." She handed him a dishtowel.

"Thanks." He took the cloth and picked up a dish.

"Yeah, I go on weekends. Sundays." Briskly, she scratched stuck cooked apples off a plate.

"Does your mother jail you through the week and let you loose on Sunday?"

Gloriana stared at him. "I think they gossip and she doesnt want me to hear." Gloriana shrugged. "She tells me I can go."

"Shes getting worse, if thats possible."

"Im not going to complain."

"I dont know how youve turned out normal," Jeffrey said. "I sure wouldnt have."

"Itd help to be crazy, thats for sure."

Reaching for a pitcher Gloriana poured and took a long, deep sip, feeling Jeffreys scrutinizing stare. She wasnt about to tell Jeffrey about Jack Diamond, because hed have a fit.

"I bet youre glad to get out."

"Its great to see friends."

She ran the back of her arm across her damp forehead. She retrieved a pile of plates and leaned in front of him and seized the dishrag from the edge of a counter. Jeffrey didnt move, so she brushed by him.

"You smell like smoke."

"They smoke in the Sunshine. The men docigars and cigarettes. I dont."

"Thats where you were? How long have you been going there?"

"A couple of months, maybe." A silence fell between them. "We dont come over much anymore."

"I noticed. I hope it isnt me."

"Its not."

"Is it Mother?" she asked.

"Howd you guess?"

"It was easy." She saw a strange look in his eyes. "What?"

"Theres something I-I wanted to say. Can I just" His voice fell.

Gloriana rinsed a dish and placed it in his hands. For a minute, she stared out the window and waited, but Jeffreys words stalled.

"What Jeffrey?" Why was he acting so backward? "Whats on your mind?"

"Ive heard about how shes been whipping you and all and"


She felt like ice had just solidified in her stomach. Everyone knew about her life. Although very few mentioned it; the towns shocking little secret.

"Wait," he said in a tormented tone. "It took me long enough to get the nerve to say this." He gathered his thoughts and raised a hand. "To say it is hard. So, hear me outplease. Think about this."


"Why dont you and merun away."

"Oh, Jeffrey. I-dont think"

Why would he have such a crazy idea? She stiffened and backed away an inch or two. Surely, it was the kid in him talking.

"Wait." His eyes clung to hers, seeking approval. "Ive thought about it and its what I want to do. We can go far away to the east coast. Ill go to college there. Hows that sound?"

"Do you know what you just said?" She stared at him, hoping no one hid around the corner and listened.

His tone was deadly serious. "I mean every word."

"For one thing, were first cousins, for goodness sakes," she whispered.

"I know what youre thinking." Raising his hand to his forehead, he settled down with a thoughtful pause. "Listen. If we wentaway, far enoughno one would know we were, well, you know. And we could maybe get married and" As he peered her way, his eyes darkened with emotion. "Think about it. It could save your life."

Gloriana dropped onto a chair and rested her head in her hands. Jeffrey meant well, but his feelings for her were misguided. The only event in their past that could have triggered his romantic notions occurred a year earlier. Then again, perhaps he just wanted to save her from her mother. She remembered the evening at the lake when they had almost kissed. He put his arm around her while swimming. It made her warm and tingling inside. Later, they shared a deep discussion about life and other soul-wrenching topics while lying under the stars. Could she attribute his affection to the conversation they shared that evening? She had practically forgotten it, hoping Jeffrey had also let it go. It was a fun summer, the year her mother had to go back east to tend to a sick aunt.

"No, Jeffrey. Thats so silly. Where did you dig up that idea? Its nice and I love you, but not that way."

Surely, he experienced puppy love or perhaps felt sorry for her. In any event, it was no reason for them to run away together. Jeffrey smacked his fist into the palm of his other hand and paced around the room.

"I think youre in danger," he said, his voice cracking. "People told us."

Her voice softened and a faraway look entered her expression. "We just cant."

It was an impossible suggestion and an immoral way to live married to a first cousinutterly ridiculous. Jeffrey started his Junior year of high school in September and he had a lot of growing up to do. He wasnt thinking straight. He was a wonderful friend and his considerate gesture overwhelmed her, but he needed to find an unrelated girl who was more his age.

Her mind wandered to the problem of the moment; to the exciting Jack Diamond she had met. She couldnt rid herself of his image. Who was she kidding? Shed never see him again. But why did he have such a powerful effect on her?

"What are you thinking?" asked Jeffrey.

"Nothing at all."

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ISBN (Electronic): 1-55404-203-8
Genre: Suspense
Date Published: 11/01/2004
Publisher: Double Dragon Publishing

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