The Single Life. Liz Wood

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СКАЧАТЬ for being such a nuisance, she explained what she wanted. Alice suggested they meet at a coffee shop in Oak Park later that afternoon.

      “Are you sure Frank won’t mind?” Lauren asked. “I know you like to spend your weekends together. Family time, you call it.”

      “Frank? I doubt he’d even notice,” Alice replied in unusually strident tones.

      Of course, Frank would notice. He and Alice were inseparable. But, later thinking over this strange conversation, Lauren recalled Alice’s cryptic remarks at lunch the other day. She wondered what was going on. Had she been so self-absorbed she hadn’t seen what was happening to her oldest and dearest friend? She resolved to find out.

      So in the coffee shop, after they had gone over her résumé and her cover letter, Lauren asked, “How are things with you? Everything okay?”

      “Everything’s fine,” Alice responded, a bit too quickly and curtly for Lauren’s liking.

      “Sure? No problems at work?”

      Alice shook her head.

      “With the children?”

      “The kids are fine. Everything’s fine.”

      “Frank?”

      “He’s fine. Honestly, Lauren, everything is fine.”

      “I’m just asking. You sounded funny earlier, and I was surprised you agreed to come today. Not that I don’t appreciate it. But this was always your time for Frank, the kids and you.”

      Lauren had always envied the way Alice and Frank had done things together. Despite their different careers, upbringings and philosophies, they had placed the children at the center of their lives, making their family a shared priority. Frank took them to sports practice, and Alice took them to music lessons. They took turns overseeing their homework.

      That had definitely not been the case with Charles and Lauren. The kids and the house had been her responsibility. Even on weekends, Charles had been too busy to make time for his wife and children. Or, as Lauren had come to learn, too bored and uninterested to bother with anything they might enjoy. In the end, she had stopped asking and had organized things just for the children and herself.

      “Things change,” Alice said. “It happens, as you know.”

      “Change? How?” Lauren felt a cold hand squeezing her heart. Frank and Alice had always had such a great relationship. It couldn’t be falling apart now.

      “Well, the children are gone, for one,” Alice replied. “So I guess we’re experiencing some growing pains.”

      “Growing pains? But you’re all grown-up.”

      Alice sighed. “Doesn’t mean we’ve stopped sprouting. We still need our weeding and pruning.”

      “At least, you’re growing in the same direction.”

      When Alice didn’t say anything, Lauren couldn’t stop herself from asking, “You are, aren’t you?”

      Alice stirred her coffee slowly, seemingly enthralled by the tiny ripples forming on the surface. “I hope so. But sometimes I wonder. We don’t do anything together anymore. We could be living on opposite sides of the continent, of the globe, for that matter. It wouldn’t be any different.” She set the spoon down on the saucer and folded her arms across her chest. “You know why we’re not together today? Because he can’t tear himself away from the TV! Can you imagine? The kids had to fight to get a TV because he thought they were already far too brainwashed without one, and now he can’t turn it off? I don’t get it. I just don’t.”

      Lauren remembered those arguments. Frank’s disapproval of the mainstream media and entertainment industry was one of the last remaining testimonies to his radical past. For years, until they were teenagers, Karen and Mark would come to Lauren’s house to watch their favorite shows. “Like you said, things change.”

      Alice’s only response was a grunt.

      “I guess that means you’re not too interested in watching TV.”

      Alice’s raised eyebrow was answer enough.

      “I guess not. Well then, maybe you need to find something that will get Frank away from it. Think of something you can do together. In the meantime, let’s do something for ourselves, and I know just the thing. In fact, I’m going to make a salon appointment for both of us.”

      Several days after that appointment, Lauren still wasn’t used to the face in the mirror. She’d only wanted to get her roots retouched, but the stylist had convinced her to cut it short. Very short. Lauren’s hair hadn’t been shorter than a chin-length bob since college, and even that had been difficult for her in the beginning.

      But the stylist had said something about a short, spunky look taking some of the droop off her face, and Alice would only agree to try new highlights in her hair if she had a partner in crime. With such persuasive opposition, what could Lauren do but give in?

      Now, she rubbed gel into her hands and worked it into her hair the way she’d been shown. Who would think that she would be trying this goop for the first time at fifty-three? Wouldn’t Chrissie be surprised? Probably. But she would approve.

      The droop was still there, Lauren thought, noticing the circles under her eyes. But the close-cropped style did give her a dignity and grace that she had thought lost forever. Now, all she needed was a life to go with the look.

      If only everything were as simple as a haircut, but both she and Alice knew it wasn’t. They had brainstormed a list of activities that might seduce Frank away from his newfound love, the television, and back into the arms of his decades-old wife. Lauren hoped one of their ideas would work. And if it didn’t, she’d be there for her friend.

      She was still considering her new face when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone. It was a bit too soon for a response to those applications she had sent out, but maybe she was finally getting lucky.

      She ran downstairs and opened the door.

      “Hello, Helen,” Lauren said to Chrissie’s former roommate, taking in the short form standing on her porch. A dark ski cap was pulled low over the young woman’s face, covering her hair. It made her eyes very blue and her elfin features pronounced. Unfortunately, with her oversized down-jacket, she looked more like a troll than an elf.

      “Hello, Lauren. Do you—” Helen stopped and stared. “You’ve done something to your hair. It looks very different,” she said. “Very nice, I mean. I like it.”

      “Thank you, Helen.” Without thinking, Lauren reached up and touched the spiky tufts of hair.

      What could Helen Matter want? Surely she knew Chrissie was in Vienna. Maybe she was looking for Jeff. Helen’s crush on Lauren’s son had always been so transparent. Lauren had wanted to teach a poor girl a thing or two about men, but given how badly Lauren had misjudged the man in her life, Helen would probably be better off learning those lessons herself.

      “Do you, um, mind if I come in?”

      Realizing they had been standing silent for the last minute, Lauren nodded and pulled the door open. СКАЧАТЬ