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never come back." His voice was soft, near to a whisper, and the skin on the back of D.J.'s neck tingled in response. "I'm sorry I upset you." |
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D.J. looked away from his earnest face, out toward the street, where she saw his motorcycle parked at the curb. She was too sensitive about her family. How could McCall know her quirks? She supposed most young people shared stories of their families when they first started to gather knowledge of each other. She and Rich had never gone through the courting stage. Her father had known Rich's parents, their tavern being a frequent cop hangout. When Rich had gotten in trouble as a teen his parents had sent him to live with an aunt in Chicago. He'd spent his youth there, returning to Lakeview in his late twenties on the hunt for a job. The Hallorans, fearful he'd return to the troublesome friends of his teen years, had turned to D.J.'s father, Ed, for advice. Ed had helped Rich to start a weapons and ammunition store and had encouraged the relationship between his daughter and the young man he came to see as a protégé. When D.J. and Rich had married no one had been happier than Ed. Certainly not D.J. The flaw in her character that made her continue to try and please her father, when she knew in her heart there was no pleasing him, had made her life hell on more than one occasion. Marrying Rich had been a major lapse of judgement that had caused her no end of difficulties. |
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"Come on." McCall's voice drew her away from the painful memories. She returned her attention |
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