Sunset Bay
One
July 1998
"If only you'd been born pretty," Tina Greene said as she glanced at her daughter's reflection. "Or with only one flaw. Like a big nose. That we could fix."
"As it is, we must suffer with my moderate unattractiveness," Megan told her mother, going for sarcasm so no one would know how she really felt. Well, most people could guess, but her mother would take the words at face value. To do otherwise would mean giving thought to another person -- something Tina Greene never seemed to do.
"I suppose 'moderate' covers it," Tina murmured as she reached for a brush and eye shadow. "On a good day. If only you were more like your sister. Leanne's only thirteen and she has boys calling here all the time."
Dateless, Megan thought grimly. Eighteen and dateless. "Too bad there's not a recovery center you can send me to. You know, to get over being ugly and not having a boyfriend."
Tina nearly frowned. "Are you being smart with me?"
"No, Mom," Megan said in her most innocent voice.
"There was that one boy. I forget his name. Didn't he end up in prison?"
She refused to answer on the grounds that it was true. Her ... read full excerpt from: Sunset Bay ebook
