All Chapters of Dirty Family Secrets: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

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Sugar Flowers:>Ep3

One more smile and she left me there, arm still outstretched, one or two of the people around me grinning before they turned away."Oh fuck, oh fuck me," I whispered to myself.I drained the remains of my champagne, and braced myself as Tracy closed in for the kill."How the fuck did you manage to score one on one time with her?" she hissed as she caught my arm and pulled me away."Um... pure ignorance, I think?"She blinked."You don't know who she is, do you? You're literally clueless about who you were just... monopolising.""No. She and I worked that out earlier. She was laughing about it. I still don't know...""Amanda Sutcliffe, you're enough to turn me into an alcoholic. That's Yi-seul Cho, for God's sake!""Tracy - I know you're trying to tell me something, but that doesn't help me at all.""She's a... actually, you know what, never mind, it's really not your scene. Listen, I'm going to mingle some more. You okay?""Yes. But... I think I'm going to go, if that's all right?""Y

Sugar Flowers:>Ep4

I was glad I didn't have that job. All I had to do was not fuck up the flowers.I cleaned my area, ensured the airbrush and its paraphernalia were clean and dry for the morning, and collected everyone's aprons and hats to dump in the combo washer and dryer that was plumbed into the utility room. I added a detergent tablet, set the program and banged the door closed."Kit's on wash!" I yelled."Everything's good on this side," Emma answered. "Kitchen's all powered down too. Good job, everyone. Who's up for a quick one at the Bell?""I could do one," said Max. "Jen?""Yeah, alright. Just one though."Emma locked up behind us and took a deep breath of the early evening air."Cold snap's coming," she said."Bollocks, it's September," I answered."Bet you a pint.""You're on. Five days?""Three," she said. "Come on then. I need a cider. And while we're at it, you can tell us about your date.""It wasn't a date. It was...""Well?" demanded Jen. "It was with what's-her-face, wasn't it, the C

Sugar Flowers:>Ep5

Life was cruel in so many little ways. I'd wanted to play the flute like my friends had done. But I'd never got the chance. We'd never had money for instruments or lessons. Art had been cheaper - something my parents could afford to give me - and it had allowed me to express and hone and free my creative side and, somehow, land a career even if it was ludicrously far from where I'd thought I'd end up.But part of me was still the scrawny, broken-hearted girl pining at the window, staring in through the glass during breaks between lessons while other, luckier children got to touch real instruments and, eventually, play them. I lacked the language, lacked the understanding, lacked even the most rudimentary knowledge. Was probably too thick to get it, anyway... the one teacher who'd tried had given up after two lessons and moved onto more promising options.I wondered what Sue's childhood had been like.Probably full, I decided. You didn't get good at things without working for it. She p

Sugar Flowers:>Ep6

We gently negotiated the cake back into the dehumidifier and closed the door. I leaned against a counter and let out a quiet "fuck" of relief. Emma laughed, and even the unflappable Max took a breath and sighed it out."Hard bit done," he said. "Now Tony's just got to get it there."I eyed a window. "Shit, that took a while. It's getting dark out.""Got somewhere to be?" asked Max."Nah.""No news from the pianist then?""Nah.""Sorry, mate."I shrugged, then leaned into Emma's sympathetic hug."Doesn't know what she's missing," my second mum quietly observed."Yeah, well, story of my life, isn't it. Fuck me, I need a glass of wine.""Don't look at me," said Emma. "Sean's got the dinner on and he'll get grumpy if I'm late.""Just leave the apron and stuff," I said. "I'll deal with them. Want me to lock up?""There's a dear," said Emma. She shed her apron and cap. "See you lot tomorrow.""You going to scoot too, Max?""Yeah, if that's okay with you?""Go on, get.""Love you, Mands.""L

Sugar Flowers:>Ep7

"Let me guess - painting? No... come to think of it, you're probably more a sculptor.""How on earth did you...""Call it... a hunch," she said. "So... was I right?""Some sculpture," I agreed. "But actually mostly ceramics.""Ceramics? Okay, so... think of a key like... the colour of the glaze, the tones, the form, the... feeling, I suppose. Ugh. I'm probably not making sense and using the wrong terminology...""No... I mean yes... I mean... I think I understand?""I don't know how; I butchered that badly. I'm awful at words", she sighed."Your piano says what words can not."A silence."You have this unsettling way of saying really sweet things when I least expect it. Is that something you do, some skill you've practised?""No," I said. I stopped pacing, forced myself to sit on my bed. "Normally I'm just a stream of nonsense.""You've said several profound sentences to me, and I've spent less than thirty minutes talking to you. Nonsense is not the word that comes to mind. Amanda, I'

Sugar Flowers:>Ep8

Her face lit up as she saw me; I waved and crossed the road. As I closed with her, my heart (already running at a breakneck speed) went properly off the rails. She was so tall, and her hair fell like a waterfall of Midnight's ink...I stumbled the last step and she caught me; we laughed as if we were old friends instead of two girls who'd only just met one another."Clumsy!" she scolded me with a grin."I know. Sorry," I giggled. I pulled back slightly and stared up at her, trying to assemble words more profound than "Hi."But "Hi" it was."Hi", I said."Hi," she answered. "You're late.""Only five minutes...""Unacceptable!"She looped her arm through mine. "I'd love to drag you down Malden Road in my normal stomping ground," she began, "but I'm afraid we're just going to have to do with whatever we get. Papa recommended this place."I stared upwards."Wok-around-the-clock... oh no. Are you serious?""Sadly, yes," she said. "Mr Jang is very proud of the name. It's very popular. Come

Sugar Flowers:>Ep9

"No!" she exclaimed. She reached out and brushed my hand with her warm, smooth fingertips. "Don't be. It's good. Sharing things, I mean. I like that you share things with me. It's... intimate. But... you should eat, too - the little steamed dumplings are mandu; they're pork, and best hot. Oh, our wine. Here. Cheers, Amanda.""Cheers. Sorry for...""No. Shush. I'm enjoying being honest. It's good to feel that I can talk about things and that I don't have to pretend like I do for my parents. Talking to you is nice. Now - meokja. And enjoy yourself. That's a demand, in case it's unclear," she added, with a smile.And I did, despite the cranberry pang of memory. People bustled around us, coming and going, the kitchen roared and laughter echoed around us. But she and I sat there in a little bubble, just talking - and it felt like I had permission to ignore the rest of the world for once.Not that it strictly mattered, since she was all I really saw."Amanda?" she said, what felt like bliss

Sugar Flowers:>Ep10

"Only," he answered, "if you play the Rachmaninoff."She grinned, stood, and caught my unprotesting hand in order to tow me after her towards the work of art that loomed in the very center of the showroom floor. It was almost the size of a bus, a glossy, jet-black creation that didn't even have to whisper to convey its quality, and simultaneously probably existed in a reality so rarefied that I shouldn't even breathe in its vicinity out of fear of the bill.I eased backwards, trying to create some distance.Sue glanced over her shoulder at me."Amanda?""Um... yes?""Stop hiding in the shadows. Come stand closer. Come and feel what it's like to dance with this angel.""But... Oh God, Sue, no, I might damage it...""Amanda. I'll pout at you, and I never pout. Don't make me pout.""Oh my God! All right; all right..."I shuffled cautiously closer, then closer still."Are you ready?" she asked Mr Bittern, who was smiling like a cat that had got all the cream - and the neighbour's cream to

Sugar Flowers:>Ep11

"She's... different. She's weirdly open with her thoughts, but at the same time it's like she's... I don't know, reading from a script at times. Do you know what I mean?""Maybe she just struggles with people?""She's... really outgoing.""Mm. Could be a mask."Beth turned on her chair and watched me, fingers tapping a gentle beat on the table top."In isolation of all of that, how was today? What did you do?""She took me a to a Korean restaurant and then seduced me into going with her to a piano shop.""A what now? A piano shop?""Yeah. This huge, sodding enormous palace in Central. They kept it open specially for her, and she played... and... and..."I took a breath, got control of myself again."She's amazing," I whispered. "Oh my sweet fucking heavens, she's a goddess. She's tall, and... and gorgeous, and she has this dark wit, and... oh God, Beth, I want her so much it aches here," I added, touching my heart. "I... I just don't think she's for me. It sucks.""Hold on, poppet. Le

Sugar Flowers:>Ep12

"Yes. I am nothing if not predictable," she agreed. "I also want to record something for my channel tonight and I'm not completely happy with where it is; we'll see how that goes.""I'll keep my eyes open. I love listening to you playing.""Oh? Indulge me, then - what do you enjoy about it? The pieces, the composers? I'm curious, see. You're the first subscriber I've... talked to. This is excellent market research!" she added with a soft laugh.I thought about that for a moment or two, wondering how much I felt comfortable sharing."Amanda?""I love the way your music makes me cry," I breathed."Oh."A pause."Only good tears, I hope," she said."Sometimes. The nocturne by Choppin...""Chopin, Amanda," she corrected me with a gentle laugh."Oh. Anyway - I don't think words exist that can describe what your music does for me.""Words are hard," she agreed. "Some are harder than others. Because... well, they have weight, don't they?""Yes. And sometimes... once you've said something, it

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