Heaven by VC Andrews

Author:VC Andrews [Andrews, VC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: horror, Fiction, General, Suspense, Horror tales, Family, Sagas, Domestic fiction, Fathers and daughters, Social Science, Problem families, Family problems, Casteel; Heaven (Fictitious character), Poverty
ISBN: 9780671729448
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 1985-01-15T06:00:00+00:00

husband, they were heading for Winnerrow, where I'd always wanted to live in some pretty painted house not so far from Stonewall Pharmacy. There I would finish high school, go on to college. And I'd see Fanny often, see Grandpa when he went to church.

But what was this?

Why was Cal taking the right turn and heading his car past Winnerrow? I swallowed over another of those burning throat lumps.

"Didn't Pa say you were from the valley?" I asked in a low, scared voice.

"Sure, kid," said Kitty, twisting about in the front seat and smiling back at me. "I was born an raised in that crummy town of Winnerrow," she went on in a voice turned more country, her dialect all hillbilly and slurry. "Couldn't wait t'get away from there. Ran off one day when I were thirteen with a truck driver, we wed up, an then I found out he was already married, but not until years lata. Made me sick, made me hate men, most, men; then I met up with my sweet Cal. Loved him on first sight. We've been married five years, an we wouldn't have been down this way at all cept we had t'get away from all t'stink of havin our house redecorated inside an out.

Fresh paint makes me vomit. Get so sick of bad odors, perm lotions an such. Gonna have white wall-t'-wall in every room. All white-on-white wallpaper, gonna be so pretty, so cleanlookin. Cal, now, he done said it's gonna be sterile, like a hospital, but it won't be, ya jus wait an see. Gonna pretty it up with all my thins.

Won't it be pretty when all my beautiful thins are put in there fer color contrast, ain't it gonna be, Cal?"

"Sure."

"Sure what?"

"Sure it will be pretty."

She patted his cheek, then leaned to kiss him.

"Now that we're away from yer ole man,"

intoned Kitty, her sharp chin again resting on her folded arms, "I kin be more honest. Knew yer ma, yer real ma. Not that Sarah woman. Now, yer real ma was some looker. Not jus pretty, but beautiful—an I hated her guts."

"Oh," I breathed, feeling sick, unreal. "Why did you hate her?"

"Thought she had a real catch in Luke Casteel.

Thought Luke Casteel should have been mine when I was a kid an didn't know no betta. What a damned idiot I was then, thinkin a handsome face an a strong, beautiful body was all there was t'it. Now I hate him—hate his guts!"

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