You couldn’t get far without somebody knowing your business. Mary Lawton didn’t consider herself a gossip, but you’d still hear things. It spiced up your day. Someone would see something and tell this person or that one, who told somebody else, and all of a sudden it was real. It was news.The girl worked at the inn, everybody knew that. People had seen them together. Her shiny black hair was hard to miss. Something about her—bold was the word. That figure. Those jeans. Mary had overheard some of the men joking about her, what they’d like to do to her if they had the chance. Keep dreaming, she thought.One afternoon Mary saw her coming out of Hack’s with Eddy Hale. They had their arms around each other and were looking plenty intimate. It made her angry, since Eddy had been hurt enough already. The girl had silver bracelets up her arm that looked like a Slinky and jangled when she moved. When Mary said hello, Eddy went a little pink, but his mother had taught him to be polite and he put down his bag and introduced them.
What do You think about All Things Cease To Appear?
