“Gay?” Ceci supplied the word. “No, it didn’t.” She crossed back over and sat down. “By the time Dar told us that, nothing would have surprised me. Hell, Andy and I talked it over that night and I think...
Yeah, you know, we were mostly just relieved.”
Sue’s eyes opened wider. “Relieved?”
A dry chuckle issued from Ceci’s throat. “We knew she’d been working up to tell us something. Andy was just glad it was that, and not that she was running off somewhere, or pregnant, or on drugs. A thousand things went through our minds before we found out.”
“Oh,” Sue murmured. “She was a...she was pretty headstrong, I remember.”
“Yes, she was,” Ceci agreed. “And is.” She paused reflectively.
“Andy says she gets that from me.” A curious expression centered itself on the slim woman’s face for a moment, and then she shook her head.
“Accepting Dar was never an issue for us,” she stated crisply.
“Welcoming Kerry into our family was never an issue either. Andrew and I made a decision early on in our lives that one of the things we’d never teach our children is how to hate.” Her eyes pinned Sue. “Unlike you, apparently.”
Sue stood up. “Cecilia, that’s not fair,” she snapped. “We most certainly did not teach Charles to hate anyone. We’re good, God-fearing people. I resent that.”
Ceci also stood. “Do you? Let me tell you what I resent.” She put her cup down and circled the table. “I resent my child being called a pervert. I resent your half-assed, no brain, boot-licking son thinking he can judge her, and I really...” she came closer, poking a slim finger at the startled woman, “I really, really resent the fact that you didn’t even have the grace to teach him to hide his sick bigotry in polite company.”
Sue stared at her. “You didn’t have to smear our faces in it, Ceci. To be out in a restaurant like that—”
“Like what?” Ceci’s voice rose. “We were eating dinner, Sue. If you hadn’t been acting like we were lepers, no one in the place would have looked twice. They don’t wear fucking brands on their foreheads.”
“Ceci!” Sue was breathing hard. “I think I’d better leave.”
“Truth sucks, doesn’t it?” Ceci stood her ground.
They stared at each other for a long, silent moment. Then Ceci exhaled and folded her arms across her chest. She eyed the carpet pensively. “Sue, you were the first wife on the base who came to knock on our door.” Her voice was quiet now. “The first one to brave the pagan unknown and reach your hand out.” She looked up. “What happened to that person?”
Slowly, Sue sat back down and laid her hands on the table. They were weathered, and she looked at them as though they were a Red Sky At Morning 213
stranger’s. “Time.” She exhaled. “Berkeley was a lot fresher in my mind then.”
“I remember being so impressed by that.” Ceci managed a faint smile. “Wow, she went to Berkeley.”
“I remember,” Sue admitted. “Big shot that I was...I felt sorry for you. So young, so...”
“Feckless.” Ceci nodded.
“Different,” her old friend disagreed. “So out of place there.” She hesitated. “But Dar wasn’t.”
“No,” Ceci said softly. “And she cherishes her childhood, Sue.
Despite everything we went through, she really does; so when something like last night happens, it’s like having to give part of that up.”
Sue nodded and finally took a sip of her tea. She took a deep breath before she went on. “Ceci, there’s no excuse for what my son did.” She pronounced the words carefully. “Jeff and I talked it over last night, and if you—” She stopped and rubbed her temples. “I’m sorry. I sound like such a parent. If Dar wants to press charges, she should.”
Ceci felt like the world had just shifted slightly to the left.
“Charges?” she asked. “For what, Sue? Verbal abuse?”
Her friend’s dark blue eyes blinked twice. “Didn’t—” She stopped, then took a breath. “Ceci, Chuck went after her with a baseball bat.”
“What?”
“I thought surely she’d...” Sue’s voice trailed off again. “Jeff was so angry last night. He...he and Chuck had it out in the living room. It was...very ugly,” she said. “I don’t know what happened, but Chuck just...he broke down and said it was driving him crazy, and how he’d taken the bat and...”
Ceci concentrated on breathing. In, out; in, out. “Oh, dear goddess,” she whispered. “Dar said she twisted her shoulder. We had to drive her car home.”
“She didn’t tell you?” Sue seemed dazed. “I don’t understand.”
Ceci got up and walked across the cabin, coming to the window and looking out at the peaceful, sunlit water. “I do.” She heard steps on the rampway up above. “Dar knows her father too well.” She turned toward Sue. “Don’t say anything to him.”
“But Ceci—”
“I’ll tell him,” Ceci replied. “I don’t keep anything from him, never have, but let me do it my way.”
Sue nodded faintly as the cabin door opened and Andrew entered.
“’Lo.” His eyes raked over her in wary surprise. “Didn’t figure t’see you here.”
“Sue came to apologize for last night.” Ceci walked over and took the grocery bags from her husband. “We’ve been talking.”
Pale blue eyes flicked to Ceci’s face and studied it, then went to their visitor’s. Then they narrowed slightly. “Have you now,” Andrew drawled softly. “Ain’t that special.”
214 Melissa Good IT HAD STARTED to rain again. Dar stood by the sliding glass doors and watched it fall in sheets that almost obscured her view of the ocean. A low rumble of thunder sounded overhead, and she could feel the vibration through the hand she had resting on the wall.
She hadn’t expected this.
Petty theft, yeah. Some finagling with the bills, yeah. Fudging on the recruits’ scores, yeah. Maybe even so far as someone falsifying fitness records, to hide old friends they didn’t want to have to make hard decisions on.
But smuggling?
Dar was no fool, and she wasn’t naive. Florida was a prime choice for smuggling because of its relative closeness to South America and because of its multinational population base. It would take a lot to stand out in this city, so hiding in plain sight was something easy a smuggler’s operation wouldn’t have to worry about.
In addition, it was a peninsula. Surrounded on three sides by water, with ample opportunity for someone to slip in to the thousands of small bays and islands unseen and undetected. The largest stretch of continuous coastline in the US, in fact.
So the fact that drugs or anything else was being brought in didn’t surprise her.
That the Navy was involved...
No. Dar cut that off angrily. Not the Navy. Some pig scum who were using the Navy to break the law and line their own pockets. Who were using a place she considered more than any other to be home, and hurting the people who were a part of that who were not involved.
Maybe even, since they were bringing in recruits who didn’t belong there, endangering the innocent sailors who would be depending on those people to do their jobs. Sailors like her father was, once. Like she might have been.
Bastards. Dar felt her anger rising. Despite everything, and especially despite last night, she still considered the service part of her family. It had given her a place to belong for many years, had accepted her, given their family a home and put bread on the table, and she was damned if she was going to let a bunch of criminals hurt that.