“I’ll have a face-lift,” the other woman returned. “I’ll sell more land to pay for it.”
That was unwise. Ella had already sold most of the land her family had left her. If she sold the rest, she was going to be hard-pressed just to pay bills. But Carly could see that it did no good to argue with her.
“Good night,” she told Ella.
Ella made a face at her, collapsed on the pillow and was asleep in seconds. Carly didn’t say anything else. She just closed the door.
* * *
Keely put on a pair of brown corduroy slacks and a beige turtleneck sweater and ran a brush through her thick, straight blond hair. She hoped Clark didn’t have an expensive date in mind. She couldn’t dress for it. She threw an old beige Berber coat over her clothes and grabbed her purse.
True to his word, Clark pulled up in the yard in exactly ten minutes, driving his sports car.
Carly came out of Ella’s bedroom just as Keely was leaving.
“Is she asleep?” Keely asked dully.
“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.”
