Chapters (57)
You have to agree: I am a great actress. In fact, if things had worked out, if the lousy LA manager had been a real talent scout and not a creep, I would have been a star. But you have to roll with the hand you’re dealt. And I was dealt a future with David. Things weren’t bad, not really. Not until David and Mary, and Mary and Betsy, and David and Betsy started keeping secrets from me.
No one keeps secrets from me. No one. And I will figure out Betsy’s secrets. She’s the key to the last mystery in my mind. I mean, I discovered Mary’s secrets. And David’s. The person in peril is Betsy. And she doesn’t even know it. It’s my duty to help everyone see the truth.
I walk into the courtyard, look around for Cash, before realizing he’s gone. The dog was really sort of a traitor at the end. He was. No one can deal with a dog that growls at you, no matter the “trauma” he suffered. I mean, come on, get over it. We’ve all suffered. No one goes through life without some sort of struggle.
Except for maybe the kids who grew up behind the gates of The Cove. Mary’s and Betsy’s childhoods were blessed. Josh’s, too. How could Betsy be so stupid to throw it away with a con man like Bo?
Well, in Betsy’s case, like I told you, she got her father’s crazy gene pool. They’re stingy, selfish liars. All of them. David. His parents. His daughter. She might look like me, but she is all of them. It’s too bad.
I check the time. I need to get changed for my tennis lesson. I hope I still have an outfit that works. I mean, I quit the team long before Mary died, so it’s been a while since I’ve worn tennis whites.
In my closet I rummage through my old tennis drawer and pull out a dress. I know this will look great on me. I slip it on, the fit is nicer than a year ago, it pulls over my head without a tug. I admire my legs, long and lean. Maybe I will volley a bit with Hoffman. Or maybe we’ll go have a drink? I do have a lot to celebrate tonight. But first, tennis, anyone? It’s your turn to play with me, Josh.