Father Of The Brat by Elizabeth Bevarly Read Free Book Online Page A

the music up louder. Then she’d told him it was what she always did to unwind in the evening.
    “Damn unreasonable kids,” he grumbled into his coffee.
    He was about to make another assault on his bathroom when someone knocked at his front door. There was something familiar about that rapping, he thought as he went to answer it. And something a little ominous, too. Reluctantly, he opened the door and found, not much to his surprise, Maddy Garrett standing on the other side. She’d returned to her masculine form of dressing today, and wore a rumpled gray flannel suit with an equally rumpled white shirt, and scuffed, flat-heeled shoes.
    It bothered Carver to see Maddy rumpled and scuffed. She’d been neither in high school. Back then her clothes— although more than a little unstylish and stuffy—had always been as starched and pressed as she was herself. Maddy Saunders wouldn’t have been caught dead being rumpled. Maddy Garrett, however, evidently had no such qualms.
    “Morning,” she said as she brushed past him without waiting for an invitation. Once again, she sounded and looked weary and run-down. “IIow’s it going with Rachel?”
    Carver uttered a derisive laugh as he closed the door behind her and hoped he didn’t sound too hysterical. “Well, aside from her having some pretty awful personal habits, and aside from her indulging in a remarkably bad diet, and aside from the fact that she’s noisy, obnoxious, loudmouthed, self-centered…”
    “Gee, she sounds a lot like her old man,” Maddy interjected with a smile.
    Carver ignored her jab. “And aside from her having made it impossible for me to answer the call of nature in socially acceptable surroundings,” he added, “everything’s been just hunky-dory.”
    As if to illustrate just how perfectly she and Carver were getting along, Rachel chose that moment to emerge from the bathroom, dressed almost exactly as she had been the day before. She crossed to the kitchen and came out with a cup of coffee and a lit cigarette, then slouched into a chair and picked up the TV remote. Without bothering to ask Carver if he was following the story on CNN, she switched the channel to MTV and, as always, pumped up the volume way too loud.
    “Rachel,” Carver said, his voice laced with exhaustion, “put out the cigarette.”
    Rachel continued to watch TV, completely ignoring the two adults.
    “Rachel,” he repeated.
    “What?”
    “Put out the cigarette.”
    “Why?”
    “Because it’s bad for you.”
    “So?”
    “So you shouldn’t smoke.”
    “You do.”
    “I’m an adult. I’m allowed.”
    “Mom never minded it.”
    “Well, I do.”
    Instead of following Carver’s command, Rachel lifted the cigarette to her lips and inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in her lungs for a good ten seconds before expelling it in a series of perfect, wispy white O’s.
    Carver sighed wearily. “Okay, let’s try another one. Rachel, turn down the TV.”
    Once again, Rachel acted as if Carver and Maddy were nowhere in the room.
    “Rachel,” he tried again.
    “What?”
    “Turn down the TV.”
    “Why?”
    “Because it’s too loud.”
    “So?”
    “So the neighbors will complain.”
    “Who cares what other people think?”
    “You will, when the police show up at the door.”
    “Mom never minded it.”
    “Well, I do.”
    Rachel picked up the remote control and aimed it at the television, but instead of urging the volume lower, she pushed it up even louder.
    Maddy watched the girl with a practiced eye, seeing in Rachel a typical twelve-year-old girl who was crying out for attention, discipline and affection. Obviously she hadn’t received enough of any of those things in her previous way of life. Still, Rachel was actually one of the lucky ones, Maddy thought further. Maybe she hadn’t gotten everything she’d needed from her mother, but from what Maddy could tell, she hadn’t been physically or emotionally mistreated. A lot of kids would love to be in