The Sugar Queen
Deleted Scenes

*Spoiler alert!  Something that was left a mystery in the book was revealed in these cut scenes. So if you haven't yet read the book, beware!

Deleted scene where Josey goes to Della Lee's place of employment to find out more about her:

Josey got in the car and headed west.   Eat and Run was located in a small brick building beside an abandoned garage in a farming community just outside of town.   The parking lot was only about half-full, lunch time having already passed.

When she walked in, she was immediately hugged by the warm, plump smell of grease and meat.   Everyone turned to look at her.   Everyone consisting of three men in tucker caps in a booth, an older couple at a table near the restrooms, and a woman of indeterminate age at the counter.   It was obviously a place of regulars.

She caught a waitress on her way back to the kitchen.   "Could I sit in Della Lee's section?" she asked, thinking maybe she could talk with some of the regulars Della Lee served.

"There aren't sections, honey.   Just sit anywhere."

Josey sat at the counter.   The waitress came back out a few minutes later and grabbed a coffee pot.   She walked up to Josey and turned over the coffee cup in front of her, which was next to a bundle of silverware wrapped in a paper napkin.

"Della Lee does work here, doesn't she?"   Josey asked.

The waitress shrugged as she poured coffee Josey didn't ask for.   "Yeah, but she's a hair away from being fired."


"She hasn't been to work in over a week.   No phone call, no nothing.   We've been calling her house but no one ever answers.   She lives with her boyfriend and she keeps saying they're going to be married, so who knows?   Maybe they went off to Gatlinburg to elope.   God, I hope not, though."

"Why don't you want her to get married?"

"The way her boyfriend hits her.. well, I wouldn't put up with it."   It was if she'd said, That hair color, I wouldn't wear it .   Like it was simply bad taste.

The woman at the end of the counter snorted.   "Della Lee is as dumb as a fencepost when it comes to men," she said as she turned to them.   "Actually, she's not real bright about anything most days."

"Yeah," the waitress said.   "Remember that time she came to work with those stitches in her forehead and she said she was kicking him out?"

The woman nodded.   "And then Julian came in that afternoon with a bag of oranges and she forgave him.   For a bag of oranges ."

"It was a big joke around here for a while," the waitress said to Josey.   "People would tip her by leaving an orange on the table instead of money, and the boss said he didn't have enough to pay her so could he give her a bag of oranges instead.   It was a hoot."

"A hoot," Josey said.   "Right."   Why did Della Lee surround herself with people who thought so poorly of her?   Josey had only been here a few minutes and already she wanted to leave.   Their jealousy was so strong she could smell it, tart and saccharine.   "So, do you know anyone in her family I can get in touch with?" she asked, in a hurry now to get this over with.

"Her mother died a few years ago," the waitress said.   "She never talked about a father."

"Who do you think her father is?"   Josey asked cautiously, trying not to seem like she had too much invested in the answer.

"I have no idea.   I don't she had any idea, either."

"What about her sister?"

"Sister?   She never mentioned a sister."   The waitress looked to the woman at the counter and the woman shook her head.

"Oh, I must be confused."   That Della Lee didn't tell these people she thought she was a Cirrini relieved Josey on many levels, the most interesting of which was that these women wouldn't have more to make fun of than they already did.

"She's all alone.   That's why she's never without a man, just to have someone around, 'cause women don't like her much.   Why're you asking about her, anyway?"

"I think we crossed paths a long time ago.   I'm trying reconnect."   Josey pulled some bills out of her wallet and left them on the counter.


Deleted scene where Josey goes to find the truth from her father's old lawyer.   In an early draft of the book, Samuel Lamar lived in town, not Massachusetts:

Josey was hungry, dead-tired, and in clothes she'd been wearing for three days, hiding this fact from her mother by claiming to be cold and wearing her coat all the time.   But this needed to be done.   More than that, this needed to be over.

She bought a Pepsi and a bag of potato chips at a gas station, then drove to Green Cove Estates, an upscale private nursing home overlooking the Green Cove River.   She sat in the car and ate nervously   while she watched the morning employee shift change.   She could smell when the residents' breakfast was served, the scent of industrial-sized cooking undulated from the building.   Finally, when visitors' hours rolled around, she got out of the car, brushing the potato chip crumbs from her coat.

She took a deep breath.

Then she went to find the truth.

Once inside, she was led to a warm sunroom, full of residents dozing in chairs after their breakfasts.   They were all facing the sun like winter plants.

The attendant pointed to Samuel Lamar, her father's old friend and lawyer, sitting in a wheelchair in front of a bank of windows.   But Josey had recognized him the moment she entered.   His face was still long and intelligent, his hair still silver and thick.   Samuel had been a familiar figure at their house when she was growing up.   He had been nice to her as a child, but she had a feeling it was only a courtesy to her father.   He'd looked at her sometimes with that clear, unspoken censure she used to see quite a bit of from adults.

She walked up behind him.   "Mr. Lamar?" she said, touching his shoulder gently.

His eyes flew open.   "What?   What is it?"

"I'm sorry.   I didn't mean to startle you.   My name is Josey Cirrini."   She moved beside him and sat on the edge of the coffee table next to his wheelchair.   "Do you remember me?"

"Cirrini," he said.   "Bah.   I've had my fill of Cirrinis."

"Do you remember my father, Marco?"

"I'm old, not senile.   Of course I remember Marco.   And I remember you.   You were always a big girl, weren't you?   Never understood how you got that way.   Your mother was tiny, and your father was a reed."   He blinked a few times.   "You're prettier than I remember.   I hope you're behaving yourself now.   No adult should act like you did as a child.   No child should, either."

"I won't stay long, Mr. Lamar.   I just need to ask you about someone."


"Della Lee Baker."

He paused.   "Who?"

"Greenie Baker was her mother."

"Greenie Baker," he repeated, and she had no doubt whatsoever he knew exactly who she was talking about.

"Mr. Lamar, this is very important.   If anyone would know, you would.   Did my father have a child with Greenie Baker?"

Samuel took a cloth handkerchief out of his baggy pleated trousers.   He then spent some time thoroughly wiping his nose.   "Your father was my friend.   He was my client.   And he was the biggest bastard I've ever known," he finally said.   "But for some reason, you adored him.   I never understood that."

"Greenie Baker..."

"I know, I know.   I suppose there's no reason not to tell you.   What can he do to me now?   I did some things I'm not proud of early in my career, things what would have cost me my license.   Marco knew about them.   He had too much power over me, your father."   He slowly put his handkerchief back in his pocket.   "Marco liked women.   He liked them before he married your mother, and he like them after, if you get my meaning.   He liked how his power dazzled them, the young ones, especially.   But he didn't want children.   That was just about the only thing he and your mother agreed on.   Then Della Lee was born.   Marco bought Greenie a small house and a car, and gave her a what was a significant chunk of money in those days.   And in return, she signed a confidentiality agreement so Margaret, and the rest of town, would never know."

"So Della Lee is my sister."

"Half-sister.   And Marco's only child for quite some time.   But then you came along out of nowhere about ten years later.   Marco was livid when he found out Margaret was pregnant.   Your mother, for her own mysterious reasons, decided to go through with the pregnancy.   Then she forced him to take you places, to be seen with him, because Marco liked to hide things that didn't reflect well on him - affairs, illegitimate offspring, an ugly daughter.   He didn't want anything to do with you."

She'd known that her mother didn't love her.   But she'd always held fast to the belief that at least her father did.   "My father may not have wanted Della Lee," she said with a small, false, surely-you're-mistaken laugh.   "But he wanted me."

"No, child, he didn't.   As I said, he was a bastard."

Josey stood.   She was consumed with the need to leave, to run out of there as fast as she could.

"After the second time it happened, I wanted no part of it anymore.   If there are more out there, I don't know about them."

Every cell in her body suddenly stilled.   She couldn't move.   She wanted to run, but she couldn't.   " There was more than one ?"

"I've had my fill of Cirrinis," Samuel said tiredly, folding his hands in his lap and closing his eyes.   "Bah."