what?"
"I gather you're angry."
"Ambivalent," I corrected. "The anger's down a couple of layers. I haven't gotten to that yet."
She was silent for a moment. "All right. I accept that. I understand your reaction, but why take it out on us? If Aunt Gin was inadequate, you should have squared that with her."
I felt my defenses rise. "She wasn't 'inadequate.' That's not what I said. She had eccentric notions about child rearing, but she did what she could."
"I'm sure she loved you. I didn't mean to imply she was deficient."
"I'll tell you one thing. Whatever her failings, she did more than Grand ever did. In fact, she probably passed along the same kind of mothering she got herself."
"So it's Grand you're really mad at."
"Of course! I told you that from the beginning," I said. "Look, I don't feel like a victim. What's done is done. It came down the way it came down, and I can live with that. It's folly to think we can go back and make it come out any different."
"Of course we can't change the past, but we can change what happens next," Tasha said. She shifted gears. "Never mind. Forget that. I'm not trying to provoke you."
"I don't want to get into a tangle any more than you do," I said.
"I'm not trying to defend Grand. I know what she did was wrong. She should have made contact. She could have done that, but she didn't, okay? It's old business. Past tense. It didn't involve any of us, so why carry it down another generation? I love her. She's a dear. She's also a bad-tempered, penny-pinching old lady, but she's not a monster."
"I never said she was a monster."
"Then why can't you just let it go and move on? You were treated unfairly. It's created some problems, but it's over and done with."
"Except that I've been marked for life and I've got two dead marriages to prove it. I'm willing to accept that. What I'm not willing to do is smooth it all over just to make her feel good."
"Kinsey, I'm uncomfortable with this ... grudge you've been carrying. It's not healthy."
"Oh, come off it. Why don't you let me worry about the grudge?" I said. "You know what I've finally learned? I don't have to be perfect. I can feel what I feel and be who I am, and if that makes you uncomfortable, then maybe you're the one with the problem, not me."
"You're determined to take offense, aren't you?"
"Hey, babe, I didn't call you. You called me" I said. "The point is, it's too late."
"You sound so bitter"
"I'm not bitter. I'm realistic."
I could sense her debate with herself about where to go next. The attorney in her nature was probably inclined to go after me like a hostile witness. "Well, I can see there's no point in pursuing this."
"Right."
"Under the circumstances, there doesn't seem to be any reason for having lunch, either."
"Probably not."
She blew out a big breath. "Well. If there's ever anything I can do for you, I hope you'll call," she said.
"I appreciate that. I can't think what it'd be, but I'll keep that in mind."
I hung up the phone, the small of my back feeling damp from tension. I let out a bark and shook myself from head to toe. Then I fled the premises, worried Tasha would turn around and call back. I hit the supermarket, where I picked up the essentials: milk, bread, and toilet paper. I stopped by the bank and deposited a check, withdrew fifty bucks in cash, filled my VW with gas, and then came home again. I was just in the process of putting groceries away when the phone rang. I lifted the receiver with trepidation. The voice that greeted me was Bucky's.
"Hey, Kinsey? This is Bucky. I think you better get over here. Somebody broke into Pap's apartment and you might want to take a look."
Chapter 3
I knocked at Bucky's front door for the second time that day. The early afternoon sun was beginning to bake the grass, and the herbal scent of dried weeds permeated the November air. To my right, through a stucco archway opening onto a short length of porch, I could see the scalloped edge of the old red-tile
"I gather you're angry."
"Ambivalent," I corrected. "The anger's down a couple of layers. I haven't gotten to that yet."
She was silent for a moment. "All right. I accept that. I understand your reaction, but why take it out on us? If Aunt Gin was inadequate, you should have squared that with her."
I felt my defenses rise. "She wasn't 'inadequate.' That's not what I said. She had eccentric notions about child rearing, but she did what she could."
"I'm sure she loved you. I didn't mean to imply she was deficient."
"I'll tell you one thing. Whatever her failings, she did more than Grand ever did. In fact, she probably passed along the same kind of mothering she got herself."
"So it's Grand you're really mad at."
"Of course! I told you that from the beginning," I said. "Look, I don't feel like a victim. What's done is done. It came down the way it came down, and I can live with that. It's folly to think we can go back and make it come out any different."
"Of course we can't change the past, but we can change what happens next," Tasha said. She shifted gears. "Never mind. Forget that. I'm not trying to provoke you."
"I don't want to get into a tangle any more than you do," I said.
"I'm not trying to defend Grand. I know what she did was wrong. She should have made contact. She could have done that, but she didn't, okay? It's old business. Past tense. It didn't involve any of us, so why carry it down another generation? I love her. She's a dear. She's also a bad-tempered, penny-pinching old lady, but she's not a monster."
"I never said she was a monster."
"Then why can't you just let it go and move on? You were treated unfairly. It's created some problems, but it's over and done with."
"Except that I've been marked for life and I've got two dead marriages to prove it. I'm willing to accept that. What I'm not willing to do is smooth it all over just to make her feel good."
"Kinsey, I'm uncomfortable with this ... grudge you've been carrying. It's not healthy."
"Oh, come off it. Why don't you let me worry about the grudge?" I said. "You know what I've finally learned? I don't have to be perfect. I can feel what I feel and be who I am, and if that makes you uncomfortable, then maybe you're the one with the problem, not me."
"You're determined to take offense, aren't you?"
"Hey, babe, I didn't call you. You called me" I said. "The point is, it's too late."
"You sound so bitter"
"I'm not bitter. I'm realistic."
I could sense her debate with herself about where to go next. The attorney in her nature was probably inclined to go after me like a hostile witness. "Well, I can see there's no point in pursuing this."
"Right."
"Under the circumstances, there doesn't seem to be any reason for having lunch, either."
"Probably not."
She blew out a big breath. "Well. If there's ever anything I can do for you, I hope you'll call," she said.
"I appreciate that. I can't think what it'd be, but I'll keep that in mind."
I hung up the phone, the small of my back feeling damp from tension. I let out a bark and shook myself from head to toe. Then I fled the premises, worried Tasha would turn around and call back. I hit the supermarket, where I picked up the essentials: milk, bread, and toilet paper. I stopped by the bank and deposited a check, withdrew fifty bucks in cash, filled my VW with gas, and then came home again. I was just in the process of putting groceries away when the phone rang. I lifted the receiver with trepidation. The voice that greeted me was Bucky's.
"Hey, Kinsey? This is Bucky. I think you better get over here. Somebody broke into Pap's apartment and you might want to take a look."
Chapter 3
I knocked at Bucky's front door for the second time that day. The early afternoon sun was beginning to bake the grass, and the herbal scent of dried weeds permeated the November air. To my right, through a stucco archway opening onto a short length of porch, I could see the scalloped edge of the old red-tile
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