Shiloh Walker - Telling Tales

Made her fucking sick.

Absolutely sicklook at her.

She thought she was so damned special. Skinny, pale-faced, evil bitch.

Watching Darci Law walk down the street made her belly feel all tight and hot with disgust. Little slut. That was what she was, an attention-getting little slut.

Men looked at her, like the Sheriff was doing, thinking nobody noticed how he watched Darcis ass. And Darciacting like she didnt know.

Everybody knew. She was a whore. They all knew it.

And she thought she was so damned special, with her surreal photographs. Everybody called them thatsurreal. Extraordinary.

Bitch.

She should get what was coming to her.

A slow, mean smile curved over her lips as she watched Darci. Yes, she should definitely get what was coming

Darci stood staring at the school board members in a state of shock.

Ummmexcuse me, what? she asked. She hadnt heard what she thought she had heardhad she?

Daniel Sommers leaned forward, crossing his hands in front of him. So are you denying it?

Hell, yes, Im denying it. Joe is married, she snapped, rising from her chair, walking over to the Superintendents desk and slamming her hands on it.

Yes. That is part of the problem. This is a small town, Darci. We cant have our schoolteachers carrying on with married men, or even carrying on indiscriminately with unmarried men. People talk and parents dont want an immoral woman teaching their first graders.

Darci fought the urge to grit her teeth. Instead, she just took a deep breath and said softly, I am not immoral.

Soyoure telling me you havent been promiscuous? Cathy Travers asked, flushing and shifting her eyes aside as though she couldnt look at Darci while she asked.

Darci barely managed to stifle a hysterical laugh. This was so unreal. Damn it, she hadnt had sex in nearly two years, and she was getting dragged on the carpetfor what? Her voice shook as she said, My sex life is none of your business. None. But I do not sleep with married men, and thats the bottom line.

The board members looked at each other and sighed. Daniel studied her thoughtfully, maybe she was just desperate but she thought she saw a shred of belief in his eyes. Darci, I try not to put a lot of stock in rumors.

She watched as he slid his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. When he looked back up at her, it was with a slight smile and Darci felt her knees wobble with relief. Lets just forget about this, okay? he said softly.

Darci sat on the stool behind the counter at Beckas gallery, Dreams in the Mist, staring morosely at Becka. The woman, just a few years older than she, listened sympathetically as Darci repeated the incident with the school board.

I just dont get it. Where did they get that story about me and Joe? she said as she finally finished explaining what had happened.

Becka glanced away.

If she had just looked away, Darci might have thought she just didnt have an answer, but she bit her lip. Becka bit her lip when she was nervous.

Narrowing her eyes, Darci said, What?

Becka swung innocent eyes to Darci. I didnt say anything.

You bit your lip, Darci accused, coming off the stool. You do that when youre nervous. What do you know?

Becka forced a smile, shaking her head. Nothing, baby. I promise. Im just as shocked by this mess as you are. Her face crumpled as Darci just stood there, crossing her arms over her chest, tapping one sandaled foot impatiently.

Oh, hell. Becka turned around and said, Its Carrie. I had to go to Wal-Mart to get my daughters prescription-she didnt know I was standing an aisle over. You know how her voice carries. I dont know who she was talking to, but she said shed seen you and Joe go into the Golden Inn together Wednesday.

Darcis jaw dropped.

Now that was low. Carrie had pulled a lot of stunts, made a lot of innuendoes, but thisthis was outright lying. Damn it, I was at a birthday party Wednesday, she gritted out.

Her hands opened and closed into fists, her nails biting into her flesh.

I know, Becka said, making soothing noises. I knew it was bullshit, thats why I didnt say anything. Its just like all the other

Other? Darci asked as Beckas voice trailed off.

Beckas round face flushed and her dark brown eyes looked absolutely miserable. Darci

What others?

Becka sighed, moving around Darci to take the stool shed vacated. Honey, she likes to tell tales. You know that. She can be very malicious to people she considers her enemy. And youwell, you didnt hate me the way she wanted you to.

Darci heard the regret in Beckas voice, even through her own anger. Sighing, she shoved a hand through her spiked, black cap of hair as she turned around, staring at Becka.

There was no reason to hate you, Becka.

Becka scowled sourly. Cant tell by me. Half of my old friends dont even talk to me anymore, she muttered, folding her hands together and tucking them between her knees.

Thats because they are stupid. Darci forced a smile. We always knew that.

Becka didnt even try to smile back at her. Soberly, she studied Darci, sighing tiredly. She brushed the corkscrew curls back from her face and said quietly, There are other stories. I guess I should have told you, but Ihell, I didnt want to see you hurt. Didnt want to see you angry.

Darci caught her lower lip between her teeth, shaking her head. Oh, Im not. Im beyond angry. But its not your fault, Becka. I know whose fault it is, and you can bet shes going to hear from me about it.

Darci turned to go, but Beckas voice stopped her. Honey, there was something I was going to tell you. I just heard about it this morningplanned on telling you when you came in today. I hate making this worse for you.

A sick knot formed in her belly. Slowly, she turned back to Becka and asked, What?

Its about Della. AndMax.

Max?

Becka licked her lips, reaching up to pat her pocket, then her hand fell away. Keep forgetting that I quit smoking, she said with a slight twist of her lips. Times like this, I wonder why.

Sighing, Becka met Darcis eyes squarely and said, Della called earlier, looking for you. Shes pissed. I couldnt make out most of it, but I think she thinks youve been fucking Max.

Just then, the phone on the counter jingled. Slowly, Darci reached out and picked it up, lifting it to her ear as she said by rote, Dreams in the Mist, this is Darci.

Dellas voice blasted in her ear and Darci just closed her eyes, slumping against the counter.

That was just perfect

If ever a more pathetic, sad creature existed, Darci hadnt met her. Studying Carrie Forrest as she sat at her desk, Darci wondered why in the hell some people were just so damned unhappy with life. Carrie was one of those people who liked to play martyr. Somebody who liked to play a mother figure, liked to pretend that she was everything to everybody, and she was damned good at it.

She had even pulled Darci in for a little while.

Just for a while, though. Darci had started watching things, listening to people talkto the stories Carrie told, comparing her stories to the people she was supposedly so worried about.

Just lies. Almost everything that came out of her mouth was lies.

The problem was that this last one could damage somebodys career, either Darcis or Joes. Worseit could wreck a marriage.

Generally, Darci didnt give a damn what anybody else thought. It wouldnt matterif it werent for Joe, and for her job.