Free The Qualities of Wood by Mary Vensel White

Kitty.’
    â€˜Kitty?’
    â€˜Mrs Brodie, Chanelle’s mother. Her name is Katlyn but she’s always gone by Kitty.’ She made a clicking sound with her tongue. ‘She had a hard time raising that child alone. Chanelle was a magnet for trouble.’
    â€˜More trouble than most teenagers?’ Vivian asked.
    â€˜That’s a good question. It’s been so long since I was one myself.’
    They were seated at a table on the restaurant’s patio, and when they were comfortable with iced teas, Katherine resumed the conversation. ‘Chanelle was a very pretty girl and arrogant about it. I think it’s a special time, and a dangerous one, when a young girl discovers her sex appeal. Don’t you?’
    Vivian flushed slightly. ‘I guess.’
    â€˜She had a way about her. Arrogant, but sad. She wasn’t going to let anybody tell her anything.’
    â€˜Did she have brothers or sisters?’
    Katherine shook her head as she sipped from her straw. ‘Kitty had her real young, in high school.’ She set her glass down. ‘You should know that in a small town,everybody goes to the same school and knows everybody’s business. I swear, it’s almost intimidating sometimes, knowing you can never get away from yourself. You can never change, not really. People are always reminding you who you are.’
    Vivian hadn’t lived in her hometown since she moved away to college. She hadn’t ever thought of it in those terms, but she did like the anonymity of the city. ‘Were you and Kitty friends in high school?’ she asked.
    â€˜No. She was a year back, and hung around a different crowd.’
    Vivian smiled. ‘Let me guess. She was a cheerleader and you were a diligent student.’
    Katherine chuckled. ‘Something like that. She never was a cheerleader, but boy, she wanted to be. She pestered the in-crowd until they had to let her in. She was very pretty. Still is.’
    â€˜So that’s where Chanelle got her looks.’
    Something passed over Katherine’s face. Vivian thought that maybe it hurt her feelings, remembering how she and Kitty differed in high school.
    â€˜I see kids around here,’ Katherine said, ‘well, they have no fear. I’ve seen Chanelle riding around at night, six or seven of them in the back of a truck. Cruising up and down the main street, trying to make something happen.’
    â€˜The street with the statue of William Clement?’
    â€˜Yea.’ Katherine paused. ‘I can’t explain it, but they act like they own the town. I was never completely fearless, even at my worst.’
    Vivian envisioned the circular plaza surrounding the statue of Clement. ‘That’s probably the turn-around point,’ she said, ‘where the statue is.’
    â€˜You sound like someone who’s done some cruising yourself.’
    Vivian shrugged. ‘Maybe once or twice.’
    â€˜There’s something else.’ Katherine lowered her voice. ‘About a year ago, Chanelle and two local boys got arrested for stealing a car from the mini-mall parking lot. They were raging drunk too. Lucky for them, Sheriff Townsend is an old friend of Kitty’s father. They all got bailed out and the charges were eventually dropped. I think they got some kind of probation.’
    â€˜What about the owner of the car?’
    â€˜She used to work for the sheriff when he owned his construction company.’ She winked. ‘Everything worked out.’
    Their salads arrived and for a few moments, they ate in silence.
    Katherine sighed. ‘I think Chanelle had a lot of boyfriends, that sort of thing. Pretty much like her mother in that way. But she was still in school. She could have done something with her life, especially with that stubborn streak. Life takes perseverance, doesn’t it? It’s a real shame.’
    Vivian set her fork down. ‘I saw the story in The Sentinel