A little Bit of Sin Won't Hurt Chapter 16.1

Seeing pictures of her best friend didn't make her sad, but she noticed there were hardly any pictures of Grace. "That's fine. I didn't want pictures of my fat ass anyways," Grace said, sitting the closest to the computer so she could scan and digitally organize them. There was a computer in Grace's family room near the back of the house.             Though there was a teasing note in her voice, Synthia had a feeling Grace had some animosity about it. Synthia decided to be honest about the past to Grace. "But if your parents hadn't of thought she was sleeping around, you wouldn't have had to take those shots. Don't you ever wonder why you gained weight and she didn't?" "No. I just thought we had different internal makeup." Remorsefully Synthia shook her head. "She never got her shot. There were thousands of girls at the school that wanted a birth control shot, but their parents couldn't afford it and it was easy to find someone else willing to go in for her to get the shot. If she had to go get the shot, I'd go with her and together we'd seduce or charm the nurse's into not giving Trisha the shot." Grace looked mortified at this knowledge. "You should know with a face like yours you are gifted. With great power comes great responsibility." Regretfully Synthia said, "I'm sorry, Grace. It was selfish of us. We should have included you on the scheme." "You should have or gave a sistah heads up on it. I was just being obedient." She shrugged this off and then asked in the teasing light, "So when you guys would get free ice cream shakes from the guy at the mall when I was with you, it really wasn't to fatten me up?" Synthia made an unladylike snort. "No. We'd get them for free from flirting." "Good." Grace dug down in a box. "My father brought these boxes out the attic from my mother's room. I haven't looked through them yet." She opened up a scrapbook and they both became somber. "My mother kept newspaper clippings from all the trials, but...." She frowned confused. "How'd these get in there? I thought my dad pretty much threw these out. He said we didn't need the bad memory." She stopped at the far away picture of colin leaving the hospital cuffed with blood all over his shirt and face with his head down. "He got seriously hurt?" Synthia asked. "No." Grace turned the page in reverse. "There were two stories, Syn. In one they say he turned the wheel to hit Trisha and in the next one he turned away. Either way his handprints were on the steering column. Defense easily contested this because he drove frank to the hospital immediately after, while holding his neck to keep him alive." "What did Bernard say?" "Why would he know?" Grace asked as if that was the most ridiculous thing to ask. "They're twins, but I told you Bernard didn't really go into details as far as I know about things like that between his brother once he was released." "But how can there be two stories since the only one alive from it all would be Colin?" Synthia questioned. "Unless there was someone who was there." Grace frowned harder. "After all these years, I never really thought of that." She looked at Synthia with great respect like she had not seen her before. "Thank you," she said with honesty. Getting back to herself, she asked hopefully, "So jail could have done some good for Colin?" This was really more to herself, when she knew Grace wouldn't really know the answer to the question Grace mumbled a comment anyway, "Jail would do any man good coming from that cult." "One moment you're against him, the next you're for him, Grace. I thought you were trying to help me make a decision." "No, you're wrong Synthia and as usual hearing only what you want to hear. I said I'd give you information on this Colin. It's still up you to decide what you want to do with him and your over exuberant curiosity."             "Do you or don't you think he killed her, Grace?"             "I honestly don't know. That's a question for that man. He said he had nothing to do with it, but if I were facing murder, I think I'd say the same thing if I were him at the time. I have to go by facts though and the only fact is he was in the car and any of the witnesses are dead." Grace closed the scrapbook and turned to Synthia completely. "But knowing everything that I've told you and that you know about him, does it make you want to never see him again, Synthia?"             "I just need some answers. A man like that doesn't make love to someone he hates. I can't go to him and asked though. He thinks I'm the plague and if you saw him look at me, you'd think I was the elephant man in his eyes. My mind tells me that I should believe he could be a racist bastard. That he could of did the things the rumors say he did, but there's this part of me that says he didn't and he doesn't hate black people anymore."             "That could be the part of you that's still horny for him," Grace teased.             "It's not just that, Grace," Synthia refuted with a blush. "Well, not all the way."             Grace sighed in deep thought. "You said he was speaking to someone on the phone when you walked in that apartment and he gave an address?" Grace questioned.             "Yes!" She remembered excitedly. "He was." Racking her brain, she shouted out the address.             "Don't tell me, just go there and find out some things about him," she urged.             "Go there?" Synthia asked as if the concept was completely foreign.             "What has this guy done to you, Synthia? You're overly confident in business and family decision and so forth. I envied how you eloquently took care of your father's funeral and I know how much you loved him and he loved you. But now I see you don't know your mouth from your asshole, when it comes to this guy."             "You right. I'm used to guy chases girl. It's so weird to be the other way around. Maybe that's the appeal." She was thoughtful for a moment, but resounded, "I'll go to this address and just see if asking questions allay my curiosity. It's really all silly. He really couldn't be interested in me after…" She looked at the newspaper clippings worriedly.             "Just take care of you." Grace handed her car keys. "Bring it back later."             Guiltily, she pointed out, "But I haven't help you out."             "Yes, you have. I've gotten the laundry straightened out, dinner ready for Dad and I already know the pictures I'll make with the PowerPoint for the memorial. You helped get my mind off of the stress of doing everything for this and hopefully in five years my father won't have another one. Hopefully the matter of this will be put away."             She hugged Grace for her support. "With all this good advice, you should definitely be happy with someone, Grace."             "I already have a man."             "Your father doesn't count. You really need to get out there."             With exaggeration, Grace asked, "And leave all this? Please it's safe and Dad needs safe. He's lost a daughter and then a wife. I'm all he has and if he loses me, I don't know what's going to happen. Plus, I'm enjoying the attention. When my mother and Trisha were around you know I could have murdered someone and he wouldn't have even batted an eye in my direction."             Synthia took a lot of pity on Grace. It took losing a sister and mother for her own father to pay attention to her. It made her think about her own sister and how Synthia and Jason overshadowed Noel all the time. "You should still get out of this house and quit locking yourself up in your room with your computer."             "I don't lock myself up in my room. My office is in the basement and Daddy won't let me put locks on that door," Grace said knowingly with a frown. "What are you going to do about George and Katrina?"             Shrugging a little flustered over that matter too, Synthia said, "I guess when I get this out the way, I'll see about it. I mean, there really isn't any love loss over George. We only really had half sex." Grace perked up with a question in her brow. "What the hell is half sex?" She giggled with a blush and explained, "Trish use to call it that. When I get all the pleasure and he gets none." She added with a wicked wink. "Although sometimes when he was a good boy I would stroke him with my hands." "He agreed to this?" Arrogantly, Synthia said, "He really had no choice." She shrugged as if this was no big deal. "But I don't think my lack of not giving him sex was the reason Katrina was able to get her nasty claws into him. George was not a person who made sex his number one thing he wanted in a relationship with me. There was a major attraction, but he knew without a ring he wasn't going to get anything. He was an average male that'd run across the Sahara Desert naked to bring me the world on a silver platter and I certainly don't think Katrina could easily make him turn away from it. She must have had to either trick him or something else. I do want to know what I did to Katrina to make her stab me in the back."             "Have you looked in a mirror you arrogant cow?" Grace asked incredulously. Synthia only flinched a little at the harsh word, but listened openly to Grace who looked as if she was becoming a little upset. "Who cares about what she did! You should be concerned as to why you couldn't keep your man. You obviously either took your face for granted or he just wanted the sweet outside because the nutty caramel on the inside didn't taste so good."             Synthia knew she should take offense to that, but didn't. "I never thought about that aspect."             Grace said with that obvious tone, "Well, that's because you're a little superficial and used to things just working out the way you want to."             "How could I miss Trish, when your mouth is almost just as good," Synthia snipped back.             "Yeah, Daddy says I'm never going to get a man like that - Too much honesty. He says I'm worse than Trish."             "I think you are and if you keep locking yourself up in this house, you're going to get more evil." Kissing her cheek, she thanked her again and left the house feeling a lot better than when she came.   A little Bit of Sin Won't Hurt Chapter 16.1 (c) 2009 Sylvia Hubbard. all rights reserved   Comment or React