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“Three ways? Why three ways? I’m not involved No way!” I hate
three-ways.
“I helped him remodel the greenhouse. He’s been tending the crop
since late summer. Besides, the place is yours. You have a right to get what’s
coming to you as the owner.”
“We’re all going to end up in jail.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Kick said. “We got a late start in the season,
so we’ll have a late harvest. But I guarantee you it will be ready right after
New Year’s. He’s rigged up a high-tech grow-light system. You could use
the money, right? He knows how to unload it. He has connections to sell
it in San Diego. He figures a late crop will bring more because the earlier
crops all had to compete with each other. There’s always scarcity after the
holidays.” Kick smiled his killer smile. “It’s okay, isn’t it?”
Ryan could refuse him nothing.

4

He wrote in his Journal:

I wonder why I can’t say no. I wonder why I don’t say what I
really want to say. I know why. I love him. I want to live for him.
I want to give myself up to him in sweet, sweet surrender. I want
to be everything he wants me to be. I know that’s sick in away,
but, God knows, I’m bent, sick, and twisted.
The nuns wanted me to be pure.
The priests wanted me to be holy.
My father wanted me to be athletic.
My mother wanted me to be myself.
All these people knew about sin, but only my mother knew
about real sin. As a girl she had learned that she had best live for
her husband. Luckily, Charley-Pop was the man of her dreams.
Even so, she always said she wouldn’t jump off a bridge because
everyone else was, and the arch of her finely plucked eyebrow
intimated that “everyone else” also included Charley-Pop. She
always did as she pleased, and that pleased Charley who felt it
was his husbandly right to encourage his wife. Annie Laurie was
headstrong but not willful. She was independent but not mean.
She was religious but not superstitious.
She thought most women were silly, dishonest things who
lied and connived their way through their husband’s suit pockets

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