âThe little bitch. What the hellâs wrong with her? Weâre all celebrating herââ
âVince?â William repeated, more loudly.
âChrist,â said Fred Jax, âwhat a stupidââ
âBe quiet!â roared Ethan. He leaned forward in his chair at the head of the table and stared at Anne, sitting two places away, hunched over, staring at her plate. âIs this true?â
Still looking down, she nodded. She was terrified. And then she began to cry.
âItâs a damned lie,â Vince said again. His voice rose as he turned to Ethan. âSheâs a liar! She always has been.â
âDonât call her that!â Charles shouted.
âYou canât trust her,â Vince went on, âyou know you canât. Sheâs a wild kid, a delinquentââ
Gail, sitting beside Anne, started to cry, her voice a loud wail beside her sisterâs wrenching sobs.
âOh, no,â said Nina. âLook what youâve done.â She took Gail on her lap. âItâs all right, sweetheart, donât worry; itâll be all right.â
âBe quiet!â Ethan roared again at Vince. âIf you canât, youâll have to leave.â
âLeave? For Christâs sake, sheâs accusing me of rape!â
âHe has to stay, Dad,â said William. âHe has to be able to defend himself. You canât shut him up.â
âAnne, talk to us!â Charles cried.
âDefend himself?â quavered Marian. âHow? What could he say? Unless . . .â She peered at Anne. âAre you very sure, Anne? Itâs such a terrible thing to accuse someone of, especially your uncle, who lovesââ She bit off the word. âYou might . . . do you think you might have dreamed it? Sometimes our dreams seem so realââ
Still crying, without looking up, Anne shook her head vehemently.
âVince isnât that stupid,â said Fred Jax ruminatively. âAt least I never thought so. If itâs true . . .â He looked at Vince speculatively, as if rethinking their relative power positions in the family and the company.
âI donât defend myself against lies,â Vince rasped. âSheâs a child trying to get attention; she never grew up. Look at her: she never combs her hair, sheâs always dirty, she runs around in the forest like an animal, she stays cooped up in her room instead of being with the family like the rest of us, she swears like a truck driver, she talks back . . .â He raised his voice above the other voices clamoring against his. âSheâs a goddam liar! We all know it! How can you listen to her? Sheâs uncontrollable, sheâs aâsheâs aââ
âShe imagined it,â Rita broke in when Vince faltered. Everyone stopped talking and looked at her in surprise. Rita almost never spoke at family dinners. âItâs not hard to figure; sheâs just a kid and nobody likes her much . . . Iguess nobody does âcause she never goes to other girlsâ houses or brings them back here, does she? I mean, I never hear of her doing it. And Marianâs always talking about how come she doesnât bring friends home after school. And I guess she doesnât date, either, does she? Seems like sheâs a real loner and sheâs probably been dying to have somebody give her the time of day, and she latches onto Vince, whoâs so handsome heâs every girlâs dream. She never looks at him, straight at him, you know? She runs off if he comes close and she wonât look at him; itâs like sheâs scared to death sheâll blab something or her face will give her away. I guess maybe she finally tried to get him to say something nice to her and he probably just ignored herâhe doesnât have the time of day for kids, you know, not even his own, usuallyâand it
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