Sweet Creek by Lee Lynch

Author:Lee Lynch [Lynch, Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Lesbian, Romance, Christian
ISBN: 9781933110295
Google: UOZZAAAACAAJ
Amazon: 1933110295
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2006-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Curious Katie-May 2001

an, that Chick's a lot of woman," M.C. loudly confided to Katie, eyes following as Chick left with an emptied coffeepot.

He had arrived two hours earlier, reeking of weed, and removed his denim jacket to reveal a black T-shirt adorned with a Day-Glo image of Jim Morrison. Oh, retch, Katie thought. M.C., legs stretched across the booth, was almost supine now. He'd been calling to Chick regularly for coffee refills, especially, as his high wore off, when she had a clump of customers or was in the middle of some messy chore.

Pissed, Katie thought about punching the stop button on the Sony when what she really wanted was to punch out his lights. This was good stuff though. She had a feeling she might have more here than she'd anticipated. She was imagining the music she'd use on M.C.'s segments, maybe some old Led Zep. No, early Pink Floyd might display the interior of his mind better.

She'd done hundreds of interviews before coming to Waterfall Falls, but they'd all been to a formula, done more to make a neat package for couch potatoes than to extract anything deep. Now, though, she felt like she was hitting her stride. Even Spruce had talked her head off while hammering tar paper and shingles to the roof of the lodge. Katie had filmed her from the top of a ten-foot ladder that leaned against the flimsy aluminum rain gutter. This dude talked too, but it was all bad news, some of the most paranoid, judgmental, twisted thinking she'd encountered in her career.

"What's your prob, M.C.?" She took off her sunglasses and used them like a sword, feinting toward the man. "You came on like the gentle new-age man when we first talked. Am I getting Mr. Cro-Magnon on tape here or what?"

M.C. yawned widely and balanced a dental plate on his tongue, revealing threads of saliva. He snapped the plate back into place and asked, "Gross you out? I do that to my littlest girl sometimes. Scares the crap out of her."

Katie panned the store to chill, but couldn't obscure the memory of those dark nights. What was it about Waterfall Falls that took her so far back?

Her mom had dated a man for a while when Katie was seven. When Mom decided he was bad news, he hadn't agreed to meekly disappear. Had it been days or weeks that Mom woke her every night? They sat in the frigging dark and listened to him rattle the knob of the trailer's flimsy front door, bellowing threats and endearments and pleas until the neighbors called the police. She'd counted each blow of his fist on the door. She'd counted to thirty-seven one night. Eventually, Mom had gotten a restraining order, but she remembered standing night after night in her flimsy shortie pjs, hiding out of sight in the narrow hallway to her mom's bedroom, and trying to stop her mother, who sat on the floor, from shaking so badly. Mom's head was

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