Val Brown Family Connections

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play mind games with you. What do you want?" DJ thought back to the words in the letters. "What do you mean about Sara? What truth?"
Maggie looked at the poet in surprise. "You really don't have any idea, do you?"
"What?" DJ growled in frustration.
Looking at the poet evenly the redhead said, "I'm Sara's daughter."
DJ blinked as Maggie's words filtered into her mind. She snorted and shook her head. "I was told to expect this kind of thing but that was low."
"You think I am lying?"
"You really don't want to know what I think." Turning away sharply Denise picked up her pen and pulled her black jacket from the back of the chair. Folding
the garment over her arm she turned to walk away but found her elbow caught in a strong grip. The poet's angry blue eyes turned to look back at Maggie.
"Let go of my arm."
"No, not until you listen to what I have to say. Believe me this was just as much a surprise to me as it is to you. How do you think I feel knowing that that
woman abandoned me? Now I see she lied to you too."
With a growl Denise pulled her arm out of Maggie's grasp. "Don't ever refer to Sara as 'that woman'. In fact don't refer to her at all. I can't believe this."
Denise attempted to walk away but the taller woman blocked her path.
"You can't walk away from this, Denise. I'm not going to fade away."
"You can do whatever the hell you want," Denise seethed. "Just as long as you get the hell away from me."
From the other side of the store, Carl was watching the scene unfold. At first he believed Maggie to be nothing more than a talkative fan but by the
expression on DJ's face he knew that was not he case. Placing the remains of his lunch in his side pocket Carl approached his friend.
"You're crazy," Denise said as she took another step away from the pushy redhead.
"I just think you need to know the truth about her."
DJ glared at Maggie as Carl appeared by her side. "And what is that truth? What is it exactly that you want from me?"
Maggie paused then said, "Well& I want& " She frowned, shaking her head.
Carl placed his hand upon Denise's tense shoulder. "Is everything okay, DJ?"
"Yes& everything is fine." Issuing one final glare at the redhead Denise turned and walked away. She heard heavy footsteps approach as Carl fell into
stride beside her.
"What the hell was all that about?"
Denise looked at Carl briefly before gazing back at the signing table. Maggie was gone. She turned back to Carl. "I believe that was our anonymous letter
writer."
"Yeah?" Carl looked back surprised. "What did she want?"
The poet scowled. "To tell me she was Sara's daughter."
"Bollocks!" Carl stopped and held Denise's arm, forcing her to do the same. "Are you kidding me?"
DJ shook her head.
"What did you say to that?" Carl asked incredulously.
"I told her she was crazy," Denise replied and looked once again to the empty signing area. The whole encounter had left her feeling angry and
disoriented. The conviction shining in Maggie's eyes had confused her. The woman clearly did believe what she was saying and that in turn concerned
Denise. A niggling feeling in the back of her mind refused to quiet and although her heart told her not to believe Maggie's words she found herself
questioning her resolve. It was the eyes, Denise thought, they were so familiar.
Suddenly realising she was being spoken to, Denise turned back to Carl. "Pardon?"
Carl's brow creased in concern. "I was just asking whether you are alright. You look a little peaky."
"Umm," rubbing her forehead as if to clear her confused mind, DJ nodded. "Sure." Taking a deep breath she scanned the shop floor. "Are we ready to
go?"
"Yes& I just need to talk a moment with Mrs Blackwood," Carl paused, "Will you be okay?"
Denise nodded reassuringly and watched Carl head off. She then looked back around the shop floor knowing who she was looking for but saw no sign of
Maggie. Leaning back against a row of shelves Denise closed her eyes. She felt angry and confused. How could that woman say such hurtful words? She
didn't understand and for the first time since DJ came out into the public eye, she firmly wished she had not.
CHAPTER 9
London, April 1961.
The whimpering sound from the other bedroom was what caused Sara to wake. This was not the first time Sara had heard this particular tone of whimper
and she knew what it meant. The whimper was Diane and it happened after every visit to her home. The petite brunette had returned two days prior from
spending Easter with her parents in Derbyshire and like clockwork the restless nights had returned.
Between work and her studies Sara never had the time or money to return home on the short breaks at school and managed to go home for Christmas
and a short time in the summer only. Diane's family was moderately well off and she was therefore expected to return to the bosom of her family at every
opportunity. The whimpering had started sometime during their second year at the University.
Sara had questioned Diane about the restless nights she experienced after returning to London, but each time she had been assured it was the strain of
travel and homesickness after coming back. Initially those explanations had seemed reasonable, but as time had gone by and the students were in their
third year at college, those reasons now appeared less plausible. Sara wished she could get Diane to confide in her as she confided in her about
everything else, but in this matter she remained silent. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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