?"
LaraAnn asked.
"What, honey?"
Ellen, her mother, seemed distracted as she moved around the kitchen.
"More chicken, Mommy, it'ssooo yummy."
"Sorry, honey, I have to save some for your daddy."
"Why must we wait for him?"
demanded Andy.
"He's always late."
"Cause Mama says we have to,'Lara Ann said, primly.
"You shut up,"
Andy said, sticking out his tongue behind his mother's back.
"No, you shut up,"
Lara Ann retorted, red in the face.
"Mama's always right - aren't you, Mama?"
"Hush, both of you,"
Ellen said, brushing back a loose strand of hair. She was an exquisitely pretty woman, with wide-set hazel eyes find natural blond hair that fell in soft waves below her shoulders.
Lara Ann gazed up at her mother and sighed wistfully.
"I wanna be just like you one day, Mommy. You're sooo pretty."
"Thank you, darling,"
Ellen said, removing a canon of chocolate lce cream from the freezer.
"You're pretty too."
"No, she's not,"
taunted Andy.
"She's a stupid dumb girl."
"Can I be a famous artist when I grow up, Mama?"
Lara Ann
81 asked, ignoring him. She'd been thinking about school and all the fun she'd had in painting class.
"Can I?"
cTou can be whatever you want, my sweet,"
Ellen answered, gently touching her daughter's cheek.
"I know what you can be,"
sneered Andy. You can be the ugliest girl on the block."
"I've told you once, Andy,"
Ellen said crossly,
"and I'm not telling you again. Do not be mean to your little sister."
I'm not mean,"
Lara Ann said proudly. I'm nice."
"Tou're mean, too,'Andy retorted.
"Mean! Mean! Mean!"
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Willyou two behave yourselves,"
Ellen exclaimed.
"I'm not in the mood today."
"Can I watch Charlie's Angels, please, Mama ?"
Lara Ann asked.
"No, I wanna see Dukes of Hazzard/^lw^y interrupted.
"It's Lara Ann's turn to choose,"
Ellen said.
"Tonight you'll both watch Charlie's Angels/
"Piss!"
Andy said.
Ellen frowned.
"What did you say?"
"Piss! Piss! Piss!"
"When your father gets home he'll wash your mouth out with soap, young man."
"Don"
care."
"You will when he hears what you've been saying."
"Mama,"
Lara Ann asked, her pretty little face completely innocent,
"what's a cocksucker?"
"What? What did you say?"
Andy began to snigger.
"Where did you hear a word like that?"
Ellen asked, her cheeks flushing red.
"Daddy said it one day about Mr Dunn."
"Tour daddy does not use language like that."
"He does! He does! I heard him."
"No, he doesn't. And don't ever say that word again. It's a very bad word."
"What's it mean, Mama?"
1 know what it means,"
Andy said, smirking.
"It's when a mfM puts his dickie in a stupid girl's mouth."
82
Ellen turned on him angrily.
"Stop it, Andy. Stop it right now!"
At that moment the door opened and Lara Ann's father, Dan, walked in. He was a big, blustery man - handsome, although heavy around the jowls, with a gut that was growing every day.
"Daddy, Daddy!"
Lara Ann squealed, running over to him, throwing herself into his arms. Dan swept up his little daughter, hugging and kissing her. She smelted liquor on his breath, but she was used, to it. tier father owned a liquor store, and every Saturday morning he took her there, and sometimes, when it wasn't busy, they'd sit in the back and he'd let her drink as many Coca-Colas as she could manage, while he'd swig Scotch from the bottle and warn her not to tell.
"Can I have half your chicken, Daddy?"
she asked, cuddling up to him.
"You're late,"
Ellen said, moving over to the stove, sounding grumpy.
"Gladyou noticed,"
Dan replied, putting Lara Ann down.
"What's that supposed to mean ?"
Ellen asked.
"You know what it means,"
he said, swaying slightly.
"No, I don't."
Dan pulled out a chair at the kitchen table, sat down, and told the two children
LaraAnn asked.
"What, honey?"
Ellen, her mother, seemed distracted as she moved around the kitchen.
"More chicken, Mommy, it'ssooo yummy."
"Sorry, honey, I have to save some for your daddy."
"Why must we wait for him?"
demanded Andy.
"He's always late."
"Cause Mama says we have to,'Lara Ann said, primly.
"You shut up,"
Andy said, sticking out his tongue behind his mother's back.
"No, you shut up,"
Lara Ann retorted, red in the face.
"Mama's always right - aren't you, Mama?"
"Hush, both of you,"
Ellen said, brushing back a loose strand of hair. She was an exquisitely pretty woman, with wide-set hazel eyes find natural blond hair that fell in soft waves below her shoulders.
Lara Ann gazed up at her mother and sighed wistfully.
"I wanna be just like you one day, Mommy. You're sooo pretty."
"Thank you, darling,"
Ellen said, removing a canon of chocolate lce cream from the freezer.
"You're pretty too."
"No, she's not,"
taunted Andy.
"She's a stupid dumb girl."
"Can I be a famous artist when I grow up, Mama?"
Lara Ann
81 asked, ignoring him. She'd been thinking about school and all the fun she'd had in painting class.
"Can I?"
cTou can be whatever you want, my sweet,"
Ellen answered, gently touching her daughter's cheek.
"I know what you can be,"
sneered Andy. You can be the ugliest girl on the block."
"I've told you once, Andy,"
Ellen said crossly,
"and I'm not telling you again. Do not be mean to your little sister."
I'm not mean,"
Lara Ann said proudly. I'm nice."
"Tou're mean, too,'Andy retorted.
"Mean! Mean! Mean!"
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Willyou two behave yourselves,"
Ellen exclaimed.
"I'm not in the mood today."
"Can I watch Charlie's Angels, please, Mama ?"
Lara Ann asked.
"No, I wanna see Dukes of Hazzard/^lw^y interrupted.
"It's Lara Ann's turn to choose,"
Ellen said.
"Tonight you'll both watch Charlie's Angels/
"Piss!"
Andy said.
Ellen frowned.
"What did you say?"
"Piss! Piss! Piss!"
"When your father gets home he'll wash your mouth out with soap, young man."
"Don"
care."
"You will when he hears what you've been saying."
"Mama,"
Lara Ann asked, her pretty little face completely innocent,
"what's a cocksucker?"
"What? What did you say?"
Andy began to snigger.
"Where did you hear a word like that?"
Ellen asked, her cheeks flushing red.
"Daddy said it one day about Mr Dunn."
"Tour daddy does not use language like that."
"He does! He does! I heard him."
"No, he doesn't. And don't ever say that word again. It's a very bad word."
"What's it mean, Mama?"
1 know what it means,"
Andy said, smirking.
"It's when a mfM puts his dickie in a stupid girl's mouth."
82
Ellen turned on him angrily.
"Stop it, Andy. Stop it right now!"
At that moment the door opened and Lara Ann's father, Dan, walked in. He was a big, blustery man - handsome, although heavy around the jowls, with a gut that was growing every day.
"Daddy, Daddy!"
Lara Ann squealed, running over to him, throwing herself into his arms. Dan swept up his little daughter, hugging and kissing her. She smelted liquor on his breath, but she was used, to it. tier father owned a liquor store, and every Saturday morning he took her there, and sometimes, when it wasn't busy, they'd sit in the back and he'd let her drink as many Coca-Colas as she could manage, while he'd swig Scotch from the bottle and warn her not to tell.
"Can I have half your chicken, Daddy?"
she asked, cuddling up to him.
"You're late,"
Ellen said, moving over to the stove, sounding grumpy.
"Gladyou noticed,"
Dan replied, putting Lara Ann down.
"What's that supposed to mean ?"
Ellen asked.
"You know what it means,"
he said, swaying slightly.
"No, I don't."
Dan pulled out a chair at the kitchen table, sat down, and told the two children
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