By V.C. Andrews
Of the entire fogeys within the mountain shacks, the Casteels have been the bottom -- the scum of the hills. Heaven Leigh Casteel used to be the prettiest, smartest woman within the backwoods, regardless of her ragged outfits and soiled face...despite a father meaner than ten vipers...despite her weary stepmother, who labored her like a mule. For her brother Tom and the young ones, Heaven clung to her delight and her hopes. sometime they might break out and express the realm that they have been first rate, positive and gifted -- precious of affection and admire. Then Heaven's stepmother ran off, and her depraved, grasping father had a scheme -- a vicious scheme that threatened to ruin the dear dream of Heaven and the youngsters perpetually!
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After Jane was born she began to dominate our lives. To bring a smile to Jane's angelic face became the loving and dutiful obligation of all of us. To make her laugh instead of wail was my own special delight. Time to rejoice when Jane could smile instead of whine from mysterious aches and pains she couldn't name. And in this, as in everything else, what I enjoyed doing was what Fanny had to spoil. ” screamed Fanny, running with her long, skinny legs to kick my shins before she darted away and called from a safe place in our dirt yard, “She's our Janenot yers!
She tried so hard t'do her best. Helpin out with t'cookin. Tryin t'make our cabin pretty. An Toby an me, we gave em our bed, so they could start their babies in t'right way an not on efloor. She'd have slept on Vfloor, she woulda, but wouldn't let her. All Casteels are made in beds . . I'm ahopin an prayin anyways that's true. Well . . one day she's laughin an happy cause she's gonna have a baby. My Luke's baby. An I feel so sorry, so blessed sorry. Was always ahopin she'd go back t'where she come from fore t'hills took her, t'way they do delicate folks.
But when Fanny came flying up the rickety steps of the porch and hurled herself onto his lap, shouting out how glad she was to see him, he kissed her. My heart pained to see the way he cuddled her close so he could stroke her long, shiny dark hair. ” “Missin ya, Pa! Hate it when ya don't come home. Ain't good here without ya! ” Oh, the pain my father delivered when he stroked Fanny's hair and ignored mine. Worse than the pain he gave from slaps and ugly words when once in a while I made him see me, and forced him to respond to me.