Grave Secret by Charlaine Harris Read Free Book Online

drive-through window at a McDonald’s. But given the fact that while I’d lived in the same trailer with the man, I’d never seen him cook beyond popping something in the microwave, and I’d never seen him wash a single dish, that was kind of ironic. Not enough that I’d bust out laughing, though.
    “What happened to your dad, Harper?” Mark asked. “Cliff, was that his name?” Mark felt it was time to point out that Matthew wasn’t the only bad dad around.
    “Last I heard, he was in the prison hospital,” I said. “I don’t think he knows anyone anymore.” I shrugged.
    Mark looked shocked. His hands moved involuntarily across the table. “You don’t go see him?” He actually sounded amazed at my heartlessness, which I found almost incredible.
    “What?” I said. “Why would I? He never took care of me. I’m not going to take care of him.”
    “Wasn’t it okay before he started using drugs? Didn’t he give you a good home?”
    I understood this wasn’t about my father at all, but it was still really irritating. “Yes,” I agreed. “He and my mother gave us a nice home. But after they started using, they never thought twice about us.” There were lots of kids who’d had it worse, who hadn’t even had a trailer with a hole in the bathroom floor. Hadn’t even had siblings who were willing to watch their back. But it had been bad enough. And later, awful things had happened when my mother and Tolliver’s father had had their crappy “friends” over. I remembered one night when all of us kids had slept under the trailer, because we were so scared of what was happening inside.
    I shook myself. No pity .
    “How’d you know to bring up Dad, anyway?” Mark asked. He looked sullen. Mark had always been a transparent sort of guy. It was clear I wasn’t his favorite person at the moment.
    “I saw a letter from him on Iona’s table. It took me a while to remember where I’d seen the handwriting. I wonder why he wrote her. Do you reckon he’s trying to get Iona to let him see the girls? Why would he be doing that?”
    “Maybe he thinks he ought to see his daughters, ” Mark said, and he flushed, a sure sign he was angry.
    Tolliver and I looked at our brother, and neither of us said a word.
    “Okay, okay,” Mark said, rubbing his face with his hands. “He doesn’t deserve to see them. I don’t know what he’s asking Iona for. When I saw him, he told me he wants to see Tolliver. He doesn’t have an address to send Tolliver a letter.”
    “There’s a reason for that,” Tolliver said.
    “He’d seen some website that tracks her,” Mark said, nodding toward me as if I were sitting far away. “He said you-all’s website had an email address, but he didn’t want to contact you through her website. Like he was a stranger.”
    The waitress came up with our food then, and we took the little ritual of spreading napkins and using salt and pepper to regroup.
    “Mark,” Tolliver said, “is there any reason you can think of that I ought to make any effort to include that man in my life? In Harper’s life?”
    “He’s our dad,” Mark said doggedly. “He’s all we’ve got left.”
    “No,” Tolliver said. “Harper’s sitting right here.”
    “But she’s not our family.” Mark looked at me, this time a little apologetically.
    “She’s my family,” Tolliver said.
    Mark froze. “Are you saying I shouldn’t have left you-all in that trailer? That I should have stayed there with you? That I let you down?”
    “No,” Tolliver said, astonished. We exchanged a quick flicker of a glance. “I’m saying Harper and I are together.”
    “She’s your stepsister,” Mark said.
    “And she’s my girlfriend,” Tolliver said, and I smiled down at my salad. It seemed such an inadequate term.
    Mark’s mouth hung open as he stared at us. “What? Is that legal? When did this happen?”
    “Recently; yes, it is; and we’re happy, thanks for asking.”
    “Then I’m glad for you,” Mark