"I want all of you to be ready to go by the time your dad gets home," Jolene called up the stairs at her charges. "That means you have about ten minutes." Ten minutes, she thought to herself as she quietly slipped into Lawrence's home office and closed the door behind her. She probably didn't even have that long, but she'd have to do what she could. "Your husband has to have something in here, right?" she said to Eileen's portrait on Lawrence's desk as she opened the top drawer of the cabinet he used to store his important documents.
Monday, October 19, 2015
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
In the meantime, I've been nominated for the Liebster Award by the always fabulous Apple Valley. Thanks Starr!
Accepting the nomination comes with these conditions:
Monday, September 15, 2014
Alma set at the desk in her husband's den with a stack of half graded papers in front of her. She was finding herself too distracted to get much work done. Her mind kept going back to lunch last week with Mr. Clark, Mason. They had such a great conversation about books and plans for the school play. It wasn't hard to see why most of the women at the school found him attractive. He had a smile that kept finding its way back into her thoughts.
She felt so honored that he valued her opinion enough to ask her to help him choose a play for the drama club to perform this semester. Her mind was swimming with possible choices. She didn't want to let him down.
She tried to shake the distractions out of her mind and focus on the work in front of her, but before she could get back to work, she heard a crash in the next room, followed by the shouts of her children and the voice of her husband.
"The two of you are getting too rowdy in here. Your mother is trying to do her work. You both need to go outside and play or find something quiet to do so that you don't disturb her. She's done so much for all of us over the years, the least we can do is help her be able to do what she wants to do."
Alma heard the door shut and then the house was suddenly silent.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
"How are you doing, Vince?" Mr. Gregory asked as he looked over Vince's shoulder to take a look at the painting he was working on. "That looks really good, so far." He paused, examining the piece further. "I think this might be a good piece for the art show. Keep it up."
"Thanks," Vince muttered, but as Mr. Gregory walked away he beamed with pride.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Cassie sat at one of the tables in the bar, papers spread before her. Inventories, schedules, bookings, promotions. As she tried to sort the information before her in her mind and prioritize the tasks at hand, she was finding that everything she needed to concentrate on was being pushed aside by thoughts of the events of recent days and mental preparations for the big dinner that night.
Preparation for the meal itself was nothing to concern herself over, but as for the company and the conversation that would accompany it . . . there was not enough preparation in the world.
She tried not to think too much about it. Aside from playing the part of a good hostess, the dinner party was beyond her control. These days it seemed like everything happening in her life was beyond her control.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a door open and footsteps approaching. She smiled, grateful for a pleasant distraction, when she saw Chloe enter the room.