Chapters (36)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Copyright
“No. But not because he said not to. My mother was kind of a doormat. It would have done nothing but humiliate her. She found out later on her own. It’s the only time I ever saw her yell at him. But she still didn’t leave him. He had alienated all of her family, so she really had no place to go.
“By the time I turned eighteen I couldn’t take it anymore. I left high school and got a job more than three hundred miles away, at Bryce Canyon Lodge as a waitress. It was a good gig. They paid almost nothing, a dollar six an hour, but there was free food and lodging, and we got to keep all our tips. We just had to work two meals a day. The people at the lodge were really nice, and I made a lot of money in tips. Enough to pay for my first year of college.
“Every now and then celebrities would come through. I met Robert Redford once. He was really nice. He told me that I smelled like lilacs. I met people from all over. That’s when I knew that I wanted to travel and see the world. But I think it was probably more that I wanted to get as far away from Montezuma Creek as I could. I wanted to get as far away from my father as I could.” I forced a smile. “I didn’t get too far, I guess. I carried a lot of it with me.”
“It’s hard to leave some things behind,” Nicholas said. “So how did you turn out so lovely?”
I just looked at him. Suddenly my eyes welled up with tears. He reached over and took my hand. When I could speak I said, “Thank you.”
“Is your father still alive?”
“No. He died of cancer. Both of my parents did. They both grew up near the Nevada Proving Ground, where the government tested nuclear weapons. For dates they used to go out and watch them detonate atom bombs. Crazy, huh? They didn’t know better.”
Nicholas just shook his head. “He was a downwinder.”
“You’re familiar with that?”
“Intimately. Our firm handled a massive lawsuit against the federal government involving downwinders.”
“Well, I’m sure my father was part of it.” I sighed. “I remember going back and seeing him before he died. He was so frail and weak. I thought, Is this really the man who filled me with such terror, who towered over my past? He was nothing. His meanness drained out. He was like a snake without venom. He was nothing but a hollow shell.”
Nicholas looked at me, then said, “They that see thee shall narrowly look upon thee, and consider thee, saying, Is this the man that made the earth to tremble, that did shake kingdoms? Isaiah 14:16.”
“You read the Bible,” I said.