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537 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1995
She wouldn’t be a freak here. Becky Lynn smiled, optimism and excitement moving through her. Here, she wouldn't stand out as different. Everybody was different. Here, no one would know she was Becky Lynn Lee, poor white trash and outcast of Bend, Mississippi. She could start over, forge a fresh identity, a new life. Just as she had hoped.
“What do you mean?” He drew his eyebrows together. “Get what out of my system?”
“Carlo, Giovanni, the whole thing. This obsession you have isn’t healthy. I sympathize, I do. But—”
“Obsession?” he interrupted. “You think I’m obsessed with them? Great, Mom. Just great.”
“What do you expect me to think?” She crossed to stand before him and looked him directly in the eye. “Why do you want to be a fashion photographer?”
“It has nothing to do with him.” He glared at her, so angry he could hardly speak. “I…I just like it. It’s cool.”
“Oh, Jack.”
“That’s not fair!” She stubbed out the cigarette. “We're in totally different positions. You, as the photographer, have all the power. You give the jobs, you decide who works. The only power I have, I have to make. And there are only two ways I can do that, and both are with my body. You know that."
She took a step closer to him, and laid her hands on his chest.
“You’re special to me, Jack. More special than anyone else. And the things you do for me in bed, well…nobody comes close. Nobody ever has.” She curled her fingers into his chambray shirt. “But he can do things for me, for my career, that you can’t.”
“I’ll be able to someday,” Jack said, frustration building inside him. And with it, hatred so intense it burned. “Just wait and see.”
“I believe you,” she said softly. “I believe in you. But I can’t wait. My career is now, a few years from now, I’ll be too old. If I’m going to get anywhere near the top, I have to do it now and any way I can. We both know it.”