me.â He kisses me, taking my breath away.
âOne of the many reasons.â I gasp. âAnyway, come on, you need to get going and I donât want to leave my daughter with your mum alone for another minute.â
âGo on.â He sighs. âI can wait till tomorrow. Youâre really going to get it tomorrow night, though, Leanna. I hope youâre ready for being fucked like a married woman.â
âI canât wait.â I gulp back the rising passion inside me. âI really canât wait.â
I reluctantly leave the bedroom and head downstairs once more. I walk into the living room and neither Joeâs mum nor her granddaughter are in there. I hear running water and walk into the kitchen to find Beverly running my daughterâs arms under the tap.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â I snap.
âOh, Leanna, I was just washing off some of that sun lotion gunk. It was making Lucyâs skin look all shiny.â
âWhat? Give Lucy to me.â
âIâve not finished ⦠â
âI donât bloody care.â I snatch Lucy from her arms and carry her over to the rack of tea towels. I use one to dry her off. She giggles.
âNow weâll have to put some more lotion on, wonât we?â I smile at her. âDonât want you getting burned out there.â
âAll that greasy stuff is going to ruin her complexion.â
âOh, shut up, Beverly. Sheâs a baby, her skin needs protecting.â
âDonât talk to me like that, you silly young girl. You and my son donât know how to be parents.â
âI know exactly how to take care of my baby! And Joe is an amazing father to Lucy,â I snap.
âHeâs not her real dad, though.â
âSays who? He feeds her, cleans her, loves her and that makes him a real dad in my book.â
Joeâs mum shrugs dismissively.
âWell, you have no room to talk!â Iâm in full flow now and no one is going to stop me. âYouâve well and truly screwed your son up.â
âHa.â She looks down her nose at me. âNo, darling, he did that all himself.â
âNo, no, you selfish cow, you did it. You ignored him, you passed him from pillar to post and all you succeeded in doing was teaching him money was more important than love. Itâs taken him a long time to find out you were wrong.â
âOh, you idiot, of course I am not wrong. Money makes the world go round.â
âNo, Mom.â Joe walks in and smiles at me. No, it doesnât.â
âPfft, I always knew you were stupid.â
And that was the straw that broke the camelâs back. What decorum I had went out of the window.
âHold her.â I thrust Lucy into Joeâs arms. âAnd cover her ears.â
âLeanna, donât â¦â
I donât listen to another word.
âRight, thatâs bloody it now. Youâve insulted me, youâve insulted my daughter and my husband-to-be. No one does that. You are stupid Beverly, you are so fucking stupid that you just donât know when to shut that huge, flapping trap of yours. You are lonely, you are bitter, and you are completely incapable of civil interaction. I pity you, you wicked witch, because after tomorrow you will never see your son or your granddaughter again. Youâll grow even older, the wrinkles of bitterness will be etched on your brow and you will die alone, completely alone. Your stupid money wonât care for you in your old age, wipe your chin when you dribble or comfort you when you realise the futility of your last days on earth. You will know then on your deathbed that you were wrong and youâll wish youâd treated us better.â
For a moment we are all silent and then her hand whips out and connects with my cheek.
âDonât you dare.â Joe darts out a hand and stills his motherâs. In doing so he knocks the dining
A. A. Fair (Erle Stanley Gardner)