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.He smiled, his even features just visible in the dim light.Jacetouched his fingertips to Aggie's cheek and then returned to the stage.Sed took Jessica by the hand and led her toward center stage."What are you doing?" Aggie heard Jessica's tremulous voice throughSed's microphone."What I planned to do before you one-upped me and proposed beforeI had the chance." The band played a sweeping intro to a ballad.All three guitaristsused bows on their instruments, so the music sounded more orchestralthan metal.It was hauntingly romantic.When Sed started singing thetender words of a love song to Jessica, Aggie's breath caught in herthroat.The pair was so lost in each other that the twelve thousand otherpeople in the arena were forgotten.Watching them gaze at each otherbrought tears to Aggie's eyes.She'd never witnessed anything like it--unmistakable, unconditional love flowing between them--and she'dnever thought she might have something like that.Never even wanted it--until now.She tore her eyes away from the couple at center stage andwatched Jace, again caught up in his first love, his music.As scary asthe idea was, she couldn't deny it.She wanted that--what Sed andJessica had.And she wanted it with Jace. Chapter 17Aggie tossed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her mother, who wassitting on a stool at the breakfast bar."So when are you leaving?""When it's safe," Mom said, sprinkling Tabasco sauce on her eggsand then digging in.Standing, as it would take actual effort to climb onto a stool, Aggieyawned and picked at her own eggs.She'd had a rough night at the club.Some drunk dickhead had climbed on her stage and gotten fresh.Well,fresh was putting it lightly.The bouncers had to mace him to get him offher.She hated men.Well, most of them.At the moment, Jace was theonly exception, and as he was touring the Northeast, she hadn't seen himfor several weeks.He was always gone.They kept in contact via textmessage.He didn't like to talk on the phone.She missed him andworked hard not to feel bitter about his touring.Or that he was neverout of her thoughts for a moment, while he was undoubtedly having thetime of his life.Sinners were on their way home to LA today.Maybeshe could see Jace sometime this week.She didn't handle these longstretches away from him well."I'm tired.I'm going to bed.""Most people sleep at night, you know." Mom waved a hand at theearly morning sunshine streaming through the kitchen window."Most mothers don't visit their daughters for three fuckin' months, youknow."Mom pointed at her with her fork."Watch your mouth, AgathaChristine.I'm leaving soon.""You've been saying that every day since you moved in.The leastyou could do is admit that you're here to stay."Mom shook her head."I'm waiting for the all clear." She reached intothe neckline of her baggy sweatshirt and pulled a necklace free."Here, Iwant you to have this." She lifted the long chain over her head andhanded a hideous, heart-shaped locket to Aggie.It attempted to be gold,but the paint was flaking off to reveal the white plastic beneath.Aggiehad never seen it before."Gee thanks, Mom.Did you pick this up from Goodwill or thedumpster behind Dollar General?""I found it in an old shoe box the other day.Your father gave that to me."Aggie rolled her eyes."The deadbeat Elvis impersonator?""Don't disrespect your father.""I don't think I can call a man I never met my father.He doesn't knowI exist.""Oh, he knows.I told him I was pregnant.That's why he split." Momsmiled nostalgically."He was really handsome, doll.You look a lotlike him.""Yes, my legacy is to be the greatest female Elvis impersonator toever live.Too bad I sound like a strangled ostrich when I sing." Aggieslipped the locket's chain over her head.It wasn't like her mother gaveher things of importance on a regular basis.She did appreciate thegesture.She was just.tired.And really wanted her life back.And tobe able to make love to Jace on the kitchen floor whenever the urgestruck her.Not that he was around enough to appease those urges, but ifhe had been."Be proud of who you are, Agatha."Aggie nodded and squeezed the gaudy locket in her hand."Thanks forthe necklace, Mom.It's the ugliest thing I've ever seen, but I'll treasureit."Mom smiled one of those rare smiles that touched her tired eyes.She'd had a hard life.It showed in every line of her face.Hard tobelieve the woman was only forty-seven.Mom grabbed Aggie around the waist and pulled her next to her side."Are you happy, baby?"For some reason, her mother's question made an image of Jacedominate her thoughts, like it did every twenty seconds or so.Aggiesmiled, examining the locket more closely."I'm working on it.Is there apicture inside?""It doesn't open.Never did.It's not really a locket." Mom elbowedAggie in the ribs affectionately."We're okay, right?"Aggie nodded."We're okay."Mom kissed Aggie's arm and patted her butt."Go on to bed.""I have someone coming to pick up a corset this evening," Aggiesaid."I have to get it done before I even think about sleeping.""No, you don't," Mom said with an ear to ear grin."I finished it foryou."Aggie felt the blood drain from her face."Please tell me you didn't.""I did a bang-up job." Aggie dashed into her dining room and stopped dead in her tracks.Spread across the surface of the dining room table beside her sewingmachine was the corset she'd been working on before she'd headed tothe club the night before.Her mother had done a bang-up job all right.Ifbang-up was a synonym for fucked-up.The stitching was uneven.Onecup of the garment was the premeasured D, the other a lopsided A.TheForget-Me-Not embroidery pattern didn't match because Aggie'spracticed stitches decorated one side, and her mother's kindergartenproject disgraced the other.It wasn't like Aggie could remove themisplaced stitches and fix it.Unlike cloth, if you poked a hole inleather, it stayed there.She'd have to completely start over."Mother!""Not bad for my first try.Maybe we could go into business together."Aggie picked up the corset and tugged at it to see if by some miracleit would straighten itself out.The ribbing was sewn in so that anywoman unlucky enough to put it on would have her rib cage puncturedand suffer a collapsed lung."It's ruined [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He smiled, his even features just visible in the dim light.Jacetouched his fingertips to Aggie's cheek and then returned to the stage.Sed took Jessica by the hand and led her toward center stage."What are you doing?" Aggie heard Jessica's tremulous voice throughSed's microphone."What I planned to do before you one-upped me and proposed beforeI had the chance." The band played a sweeping intro to a ballad.All three guitaristsused bows on their instruments, so the music sounded more orchestralthan metal.It was hauntingly romantic.When Sed started singing thetender words of a love song to Jessica, Aggie's breath caught in herthroat.The pair was so lost in each other that the twelve thousand otherpeople in the arena were forgotten.Watching them gaze at each otherbrought tears to Aggie's eyes.She'd never witnessed anything like it--unmistakable, unconditional love flowing between them--and she'dnever thought she might have something like that.Never even wanted it--until now.She tore her eyes away from the couple at center stage andwatched Jace, again caught up in his first love, his music.As scary asthe idea was, she couldn't deny it.She wanted that--what Sed andJessica had.And she wanted it with Jace. Chapter 17Aggie tossed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her mother, who wassitting on a stool at the breakfast bar."So when are you leaving?""When it's safe," Mom said, sprinkling Tabasco sauce on her eggsand then digging in.Standing, as it would take actual effort to climb onto a stool, Aggieyawned and picked at her own eggs.She'd had a rough night at the club.Some drunk dickhead had climbed on her stage and gotten fresh.Well,fresh was putting it lightly.The bouncers had to mace him to get him offher.She hated men.Well, most of them.At the moment, Jace was theonly exception, and as he was touring the Northeast, she hadn't seen himfor several weeks.He was always gone.They kept in contact via textmessage.He didn't like to talk on the phone.She missed him andworked hard not to feel bitter about his touring.Or that he was neverout of her thoughts for a moment, while he was undoubtedly having thetime of his life.Sinners were on their way home to LA today.Maybeshe could see Jace sometime this week.She didn't handle these longstretches away from him well."I'm tired.I'm going to bed.""Most people sleep at night, you know." Mom waved a hand at theearly morning sunshine streaming through the kitchen window."Most mothers don't visit their daughters for three fuckin' months, youknow."Mom pointed at her with her fork."Watch your mouth, AgathaChristine.I'm leaving soon.""You've been saying that every day since you moved in.The leastyou could do is admit that you're here to stay."Mom shook her head."I'm waiting for the all clear." She reached intothe neckline of her baggy sweatshirt and pulled a necklace free."Here, Iwant you to have this." She lifted the long chain over her head andhanded a hideous, heart-shaped locket to Aggie.It attempted to be gold,but the paint was flaking off to reveal the white plastic beneath.Aggiehad never seen it before."Gee thanks, Mom.Did you pick this up from Goodwill or thedumpster behind Dollar General?""I found it in an old shoe box the other day.Your father gave that to me."Aggie rolled her eyes."The deadbeat Elvis impersonator?""Don't disrespect your father.""I don't think I can call a man I never met my father.He doesn't knowI exist.""Oh, he knows.I told him I was pregnant.That's why he split." Momsmiled nostalgically."He was really handsome, doll.You look a lotlike him.""Yes, my legacy is to be the greatest female Elvis impersonator toever live.Too bad I sound like a strangled ostrich when I sing." Aggieslipped the locket's chain over her head.It wasn't like her mother gaveher things of importance on a regular basis.She did appreciate thegesture.She was just.tired.And really wanted her life back.And tobe able to make love to Jace on the kitchen floor whenever the urgestruck her.Not that he was around enough to appease those urges, but ifhe had been."Be proud of who you are, Agatha."Aggie nodded and squeezed the gaudy locket in her hand."Thanks forthe necklace, Mom.It's the ugliest thing I've ever seen, but I'll treasureit."Mom smiled one of those rare smiles that touched her tired eyes.She'd had a hard life.It showed in every line of her face.Hard tobelieve the woman was only forty-seven.Mom grabbed Aggie around the waist and pulled her next to her side."Are you happy, baby?"For some reason, her mother's question made an image of Jacedominate her thoughts, like it did every twenty seconds or so.Aggiesmiled, examining the locket more closely."I'm working on it.Is there apicture inside?""It doesn't open.Never did.It's not really a locket." Mom elbowedAggie in the ribs affectionately."We're okay, right?"Aggie nodded."We're okay."Mom kissed Aggie's arm and patted her butt."Go on to bed.""I have someone coming to pick up a corset this evening," Aggiesaid."I have to get it done before I even think about sleeping.""No, you don't," Mom said with an ear to ear grin."I finished it foryou."Aggie felt the blood drain from her face."Please tell me you didn't.""I did a bang-up job." Aggie dashed into her dining room and stopped dead in her tracks.Spread across the surface of the dining room table beside her sewingmachine was the corset she'd been working on before she'd headed tothe club the night before.Her mother had done a bang-up job all right.Ifbang-up was a synonym for fucked-up.The stitching was uneven.Onecup of the garment was the premeasured D, the other a lopsided A.TheForget-Me-Not embroidery pattern didn't match because Aggie'spracticed stitches decorated one side, and her mother's kindergartenproject disgraced the other.It wasn't like Aggie could remove themisplaced stitches and fix it.Unlike cloth, if you poked a hole inleather, it stayed there.She'd have to completely start over."Mother!""Not bad for my first try.Maybe we could go into business together."Aggie picked up the corset and tugged at it to see if by some miracleit would straighten itself out.The ribbing was sewn in so that anywoman unlucky enough to put it on would have her rib cage puncturedand suffer a collapsed lung."It's ruined [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]