Before I Melt Away. Isabel Sharpe

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      “Hey, Annabel. How’s business going?” Linda’s voice always sounded as if she was about to laugh, was laughing, or had just stopped. Annabel had a perfectly well-evolved sense of humor, but she would never understand what Linda found funny every second of the day.

      “Business is booming, thanks.” She kept her answer short, knowing Linda didn’t really want all the details of how her business was going, and because they’d talked only last month about Evan’s party. “How are Evan and the kids?”

      Okay, so she asked. She had to ask. But Linda didn’t realize that Annabel wanted to hear about Linda’s kids exactly as much as Linda wanted to hear about Annabel’s business.

      After three minutes of detailed descriptions of each child—how many were there, a hundred by now?—his or her activities, clothing, cute antics, new words, Annabel couldn’t take it anymore.

      “So then Lawrence was sitting there, covered in yogurt and I—”

      “Linda, I’m so sorry to interrupt you, but I have another call I have to take. Was there anything you wanted to talk about for Evan’s party?”

      Linda laughed as if Annabel was the wittiest person she’d ever met. “Oh, no. I just want to invite you to our annual Christmas Party. Four o’clock Christmas Day, by then the kids are all—”

      “Oh, gosh, Linda, that’s a bad day for me.”

      “But it’s Christmas. You shouldn’t be working, you should be spending time surrounded by loved ones. That’s what the season is about.”

      “Sorry, Linda. I really am.”

      “Annabel, I worry about you, all closeted up with your business. We’re family. You need to be with us, celebrating.”

      “Don’t worry about me. I’m happy as a clam. On the half shell. With shallot vinaigrette and a touch of hot pepper.”

      Linda chuckled. “No way I can convince you? I just hate thinking of you sitting there by yourself on such a wonderful day.”

      “Trust me, sitting here by myself is what I love most about Christmas.”

      Linda sighed, for once not sounding like a sitcom laugh track. “Well, if you change your mind, please come. We send you our blessings of the season.”

      “Thanks.” Annabel hung up the phone. Blessings of the season? What blessings? That she was so maniacally busy she could barely see straight? Not that she’d at all prefer the alternative.

      “I’m going home.” Stefanie appeared in the doorway, leaned against the jamb and yawned.

      “See you tomorrow, bright and early. Ted’s taking the Moynahans as usual, right?”

      “Yes. He had a final this morning, he can do tomorrow.”

      “Good. Get some rest, you look exhausted.”

      “Oh, I’m fine. Just tired. Good night.”

      Annabel waved her out the door and settled down to read the newspaper’s business section, looking for any possible—

      Phone. Scowling, she picked it up. It was probably—

      “Bob here.”

      Yep. “Hi, Bob.”

      “Did I call at a bad time?”

      “You know me, I’m always busy.”

      “Yeah, no kidding.”

      “What’s up?” She kept her voice brisk.

      “Well…how’ve you been?”

      “Did you want something?”

      “I was wondering, if you’d like to—”

      “Bob…” She rested her head on her hand.

      “Meet me for coffee, that’s it.”

      “No.”

      “I just want to—”

      “We’ve been through this. And through this. And when we were done going through this, we went through this some more.”

      “I’m not trying to come on to you. I’m calling as a friend. I have this—”

      “I’m sorry.” She hung up the phone, slightly sick over her behavior. She’d tried niceness. Then firmness. Now it seemed out-and-out bitchiness might be the only thing he’d respond to.

      Back to the business section. Nothing interesting in the news, nothing triggering any new ideas. She stuffed the paper into the blue recycling bag and went online to the Metro Milwaukee Association of Commerce site to check for new events she should attend to maximize networking. The one next week she knew about…nothing else looked—

      Knock at her door. Grimacing, she stalked into the hallway and down the steps to the back. A short, sweet-faced middle-aged woman smiled up at her. “Hello, Annabel.”

      Annabel blinked. “Hi.”

      “I’m Kathy. Your neighbor across the street.”

      Duh. “Kathy, I’m so sorry. I was thinking…that is I was working, and my brain was…” She made a helpless gesture.

      “I understand. I’m asking for donations for the cancer society. And to see if you could spare some time to—”

      “Anything but time.” Annabel ushered Kathy in. “I’ll get my checkbook.”

      “Thank you. Are you coming to the Christmas Eve block party?” Kathy’s smile turned pitying when she registered Annabel’s blank look. “The invitations went around last month.”

      “Oh. No. I’m…busy that day, sorry.”

      “Too bad. It’s a nice way to meet neighbors.”

      True, if she had any desire to meet her neighbors, that would be a nice way. “I’m sure.”

      She signed the check, handed it over to Kathy’s profuse thanks, and ushered her out the door when Kathy showed signs of wanting to linger and chat. Back in her office, Annabel grabbed a small stack of résumés from students at MATC. If the Dinner and a Show program went well, she should be in a position to hire more help. More help doing the work in people’s kitchens meant more of Annabel’s time freed up to generate new business. Things might be going well, but they could be going—

      Doorbell. Back door again. She groaned and went to answer, hoping for a nice package or letter dropped at her door that she could pick up and bring inside without having to interact with anyone.

      No package. A bunch of kids, probably from the neighborhood. Who—oh, no—started to sing, the worst, most off-key СКАЧАТЬ