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Moore, Stephanie Perry.
Truth and nothing but / by Stephanie Perry Moore.
pages cm. — (The Sharp sisters; #4)
Summary: “Sloan is the youngest of Stanley Sharp’s daughters and her dream is to be a reporter. She soon discovers learning the truth is harder than she imagined.”—Provided by publisher.
ISBN 978–1–4677–3727–2 (lib. bdg. : alk. paper)
ISBN 978–1–4677–4658–8 (eBook)
[1. Sisters—Fiction. 2. Journalism—Fiction. 3. Scandals—Fiction. 4. African Americans—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.M788125Ts 2014
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2013048213
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eISBN: 978-1-46774-658-8 (pdf)
eISBN: 978-1-46777-443-7 (ePub)
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For
Maya Angelou
Thank you for teaching me why the
caged bird sings.
Your writings have inspired many black girls to fly.
I have been working over the years to
do the same with my prose.
You leave a mark that makes us all dig
and find the truth inside us.
May every person reading this series
want to leave as strong a legacy.
You are a hero of mine. Blessed
you have shown me the way…
keep soaring!
CHAPTER ONE
SPIRIT
We all may think Stanley Sharp is sterling clean as the front-runner in the mayoral race. However, stay tuned for some dirty facts that prove he is far from polished. Those were the notes written by a reporter who happened to be sitting next to me.
I didn’t know the man, but on the top of the paper was the name Schultz. He was standing kitty-corner away from me, talking to a female reporter. I wondered why this man had it in for my dad.
I was supposed to be overly excited. This was Sloan Ann Sharp’s time to learn and grow. I was rubbing elbows with the city’s best reporters. Since I was five, I knew I wanted to be a journalist, so this opportunity to be near the best journalists in my area was a dream come true.
All the Sharp girls were dreamers. I was my dad’s fourth of five girls. Actually, I was the biological youngest. My parents had adopted two of the five of us. Yuri, one of the adopted sisters, was a day younger than me. Ansli and Yuri were gorgeous mixed beauties who lost their parents when we were all young. Yuri, who was also my best friend, loved baking. Shelby, the fashionista, was the oldest daughter and two years older than me. Slade, the songstress, was only a year older than me. Ansli, who was the same age as Shelby, took award-winning photos.
All five of us were basically our own crew. For the last year, we’d been our father’s shadows, escorting him all around town. Though we girls had been in his corner, our strong mother really had his back.
Campaigns get messy, and this one was no different. We were tired of being in the spotlight. Thankfully, we were all at the last mayoral debate. My father was leading the race to run the city of Charlotte, and all the polls were saying in a few days he’d be crowned the winner.
But how could I stay excited when the reporters were fishing for foolishness to make him look bad? It took everything in me to refrain from going to that Mr. Schultz and giving him a piece of my mind. See, I wasn’t like the rest of my sisters. They were all refined, sweet, and nice. They said what was supposed to be said and didn’t buck the system. I, however, didn’t like it when adults played me. I believed I had as much worth as anyone, even though I might not have been on the earth as long.
I knew I wanted to be a writer, but not of novels or anything trivial. I wanted to win the Pulitzer Prize for my work. I had a deep longing to cover stories that would make the world better. Covering this debate was my opportunity to start. Our school, Marks High School, was just starting this year, so we were developing a newspaper. The first edition was supposed to hold my published work. Because I had press credentials, I wasn’t sitting with my family at the debate. I was getting an up-front, first-class seat to report on the debate from a student’s perspective. If my teacher approved my entry, it was going to get published.
My sister Shelby wasn’t as outspoken as I was, but she didn’t bite her tongue. She came up to me, leaned in, and said, “You sitting here with your mouth all hung open, looking all stank and stuff. Don’t be representing the family any ol’ kind of way.”
I wanted to tell her, “You don’t even have all the information. If you saw what I saw, that someone was about to tell lies on our father, you’d be just as mad as I am.” But until I investigated and knew what was real, I wasn’t going to spread lies. Trying to keep Shelby in check, I gave her a fake smile. She patted me on the head, like I was some good dog she was proud of. I didn’t get mad though. Shelby and I were cool. I understood her brashness; I had more of it than she did. When the debate was about to start, she went to go sit down with my mom and sisters.
An hour later, the debate was still going on. I was a little tired of the bull I felt the candidates were giving. Even tons of promises were coming from my father. No way was all they were saying possible to achieve. Everyone was trying to make himself look stellar. They should, but as a reporter, I had to see through the bull and report the truth.
There were only a few questions left. While I thought my dad was overselling himself a bit, he was getting loud cheers and claps after every question. Out of the three candidates, my dad was still the best choice. The other two sometimes weren’t even answering the questions but were using their microphone time to beg for votes.
When the moderator turned to the press section and asked if there were any questions, Mr. Schultz beside me stood up and was handed the mic. “I’d like to ask this question to Mr. Sharp.”
“Certainly, Mr. Schultz, go right ahead,” my dad said, showing all his pearly whites.
“There have been a lot of scandals with public figures in the recent decade. Even the two gentlemen running against you have been under severe scrutiny. One questioned for domestic violence, the other under tax investigation.”
“And do you have a question, Mr. Schultz?” my dad asked, as his wide smile was waning.
“I’m getting to that, sir.”
Under my breath I said, “Well, get to the question then, jerk.”
Suddenly, I realized that maybe Mr. Schultz wanted to trap my dad and ask him something about this so-called scandal that was written on the notepad. Immediately, I started coughing. No one was noticing, so I coughed louder.
A female reporter who was sitting beside Mr. Schultz reached over his empty chair a
nd gave me her unopened bottle of water. “Take this, honey.”
I nodded thanks. I had to take a sip even though I was fine. She smiled, pleased I was now quiet.
Mr. Schultz saw I was taken care of and asked his question. “Do you think an elected official needs to come clean to the constituents who vote him in?”
“I’m not sure if I fully understand your question.”
“Is that because you’ve got something to hide?”
“Okay, you’re making a lot of assumptions there, Mr. Schultz. My life is an open book. Everyone knows my lovely wife and our five girls. While my kids have taken me through a lot of challenges over the last couple of months, they’re teenagers. Ask anybody raising young people, and they’ll tell you the teen years are tough. I hope the good people of Charlotte, North Carolina, elect me to serve as their mayor. Not because I’m perfect, but because I want to make this city perfect for them,” my dad eloquently said. I was proud of that powerful answer.
“So you’re saying you’re not perfect and you’ve got something to hide?”
“No, I’m not saying that at all.”
“So there are no skeletons in your closet?”
“I don’t know what you’re getting at, Mr. Schultz,” my dad said forcefully.
“Oh, well let him get to it!” Mr. Brown, the Republican candidate running against my father, said. “Everybody looks at me, digging all into my issues. Nobody in this city is perfect. You heard it from Sharp himself, so all of you guys who think he’s the good one, the least of three evils, some folks are saying—”
“You don’t live in my skin, and you don’t live in my house, Brown,” my father angrily cut him off.
A whole lot of oohs and aahs rang out from the crowd. My dad tugged on his suit jacket. I could tell he was trying to compose himself.
“I know you’re not as meek and mild as everybody thinks you are, or I wouldn’t have been able to trip you up just a second ago. So if anybody knows anything about Mr. Sharp, you might want to get it out there sooner rather than later before the people of Charlotte are blindsided.” Mr. Brown verbally punched back, trying to jab my dad and take him down.
“And as you can see,” the independent candidate burst in, “I don’t deal with back-and-forth banter, nor am I affiliated with any party that is only for their own agenda. As your independent candidate, choose me so I can truly make sure the great citizens of this city are fully represented.”
They took closing remarks from Mr. Brown and my dad, but I could tell both men were still hot under the collar. Mr. Schultz appeared pretty proud of himself, judging by the smirk on his face. He stood up after it was over and talked to the lady who gave me the water, and I waited for my dad to come off the stage so I could congratulate him.
While I was waiting, I overheard Mr. Schultz saying, “Yeah, he’s got something to hide. This story has got legs. Look over there.”
And when his head nodded toward the left—stage right—I saw my dad with a lady wearing a tight, red dress, fixing his blue tie. She was smiling. What didn’t I know?
The girl standing with my father couldn’t be older than thirty. She had on the latest styles. Her hair was flawless, and her stilettos were kicking. I had to figure out who this chick was fixing my dad’s tie and smiling all in his face. She was way too close for comfort, and the rumors were already circulating.
Had my mom, sisters, and I been that naive? Did my dad have a whole other life going on? Maybe this lady was his baby momma. Oh, I had to quit dreaming up the drama, but I certainly needed to put a stop to all the coziness I was witnessing before my speculations came true. Just before I got over to them, they gave each other a hug, and she was gone.
I couldn’t ask who she was because my mom came from a different direction. My dad kissed her on the lips and grasped her hand like all was good with the world. I just didn’t appreciate him playing with my mom like that. She deserved way more. She deserved for me to tell her what I read, heard, and saw with my own eyes. But I wasn’t an idiot. Some people were hating on my father. He was days away from possibly running this big, powerful city. What if he couldn’t even see that this lady he was all chummy with was setting him up for failure? Would this be the beginning of his demise? I needed more details before I formed a final opinion.
I just kept tossing and turning in my bed. I couldn’t sleep. My sisters invited me to watch a scary movie with them, but I didn’t like movies that made the hair on my back stand straight up. My parents had retired for the evening. The thought of my dad’s hands all over my mom after they had been on another woman irritated me to no end. I thought that if I got a little something to eat and listened to some cool music, then maybe that would change my mood.
When I came down the stairs, the first room I passed was my father’s office. I stopped because I heard his cell phone going off. Without hesitation, I grabbed it, and it said Miss X.
There were four missed calls and then a text that read, “Where are you? Important!”
It was after ten o’clock. Where my dad was is not her business. Besides, what did she need to talk to him about that was so important? I wanted to scream, shout, and snatch my dad out of my parent’s room to get to the bottom of this. But I just didn’t want to hurt my mom, so I had to figure out another plan.
I paced back and forth in my dad’s office. I wanted to text her back and say, “Don’t ever call me again.”
I didn’t do it. I realized my dad would be able to see the text, and that would cause a bigger problem. Nothing could be done on cell phones these days that couldn’t be traced. He didn’t have a lock on his phone, but he would be able to see the time the text was sent and know that he didn’t send it. I didn’t want to piss him off. I wanted to protect him. I wanted to protect what he was building for us. While my sisters thought it was a big burden to be the first daughters of the city, I was enamored with the idea. As I thought of them, I realized maybe my sisters were the ticket. Maybe they could help me figure out the best way to undo what my father had done.
Without rethinking what I was about to do, I jetted down to the basement. The lights were off, and the TV was blaring. I went over to the tube and turned off the TV.
“We thought you were coming to watch the movie with us! Just ’cause you don’t wanna see nothin’ scary don’t mean you need to be turning it off for the rest of us!” Shelby yelled, using all types of bad grammar.
“Yeah, if you need to turn it down, then turn it down,” Ansli said, as she gave me a mean stare. “Don’t turn it off.”
“Did Mom and Daddy tell you to?” Yuri asked.
I shook my head. I prided myself in always telling the truth. Slade was asleep on the lounger, slobbering to the left side. I kicked her.
“Huh, huh! What part I miss? What part I miss?” Slade said, as Shelby motioned for her to wipe her face.
“You didn’t miss anything,” Ansli said.
Shelby grunted, “Yeah, dum-dum, she turned the movie off.”
As Slade frowned, I frowned back and said, “I need to talk to you guys. This is important. We’ve got a real problem.”
“You woke me up, so it better be a problem,” Slade said.
“Y’all, seriously… I’m really, really worried.”
“About what?” Shelby asked, irritated.
“Yeah, just spit it out, Sis. We were in the middle of a really good part,” Ansli said in a sweeter tone, but she was still pushy.
“It’s Dad.”
“What’s wrong with Dad?” Yuri questioned. I exhaled, happy that someone else was finally concerned.
I uttered, “I’ve got good reason to believe he’s having an affair.”
“Girl, you’ve got jokes,” Slade said, as she took the pillow from behind her and flung it to my head.
I had good reflexes, so I caught the thing. “Watch it.”
“Well, somebody’s got to knock some sense into you,” Shelby replied, cosigning on Slade’s action.
“That
does sound crazy,” Yuri admitted, surprising me. She had always been on my side.
“Yeah, everybody knows Dad is smitten for Mom,” Ansli added.
Yuri nodded. She got up and came over and gave me a hug. Then the youngest of the Sharp sisters, who was trying to act like my bestie, patted me on the head. Insulted, I moved away. I didn’t need them to dismiss this. I needed them to understand the seriousness of all this. Obviously, I needed more proof. So I huffed and puffed, climbed the stairs, and left their tails alone.
“We love you though!” Ansli yelled.
“Yeah, even though you ain’t turned back on the TV,” Shelby shouted.
I loved them too, but sometimes they made me so mad. If they wanted proof, I was determined to find it. I didn’t want this to be true. However, deep down I knew it was. I had a problem.
Going back to school on a Monday after a long weekend was actually refreshing for me. I was the studious one in the family. Though we all were smart, I loved academia.
I also loved the fall. Finally, it was getting chilly and I was able to bust out my new winter coat my mom had bought me at the end of last year when they were on sale. Though we had some dough, my parents were practical. The coat was cute. I wasn’t into fashion like Shelby, but I did love to look adorable. Smart girls could rock it too. While I was walking in the hallway, I had to bump right into Reese Redman, the sophomore class Student Government Association president, who had been giving me grief all year.
“What’s up, Sharp? Coming up in here all snazzy with your nose all up in the air?” Reese said as I kept walking. “What, you too cute to speak?”
“If I ain’t say nothing, then there’s your answer,” I said as I walked right past him.
Gosh he got under my skin. Everything with the dude was always a coarse, joking statement. I so wanted him to leave me alone.
“Look here, we’re signing up people today for PTSA. You need to join. I know your daddy sent you to school with loot. Give us a ten-spot.”
The chump started grabbing at my purse. I had to snatch it away, and I wanted to smack his butt with it.
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