BOOK EXCERPT
“Is there ever a good time for a funeral?” she asked. She
had tears in her eyes and was determined not to let them fall in front of her
boss. Career suicide, she thought.
“Oh, I know, Jana,” said Rob. “I just don’t know how we can
spare you right now with the new fall schedule coming up. We have guests to
book and segments to decide on.” He sat behind his desk and looked up at her as
she stood there. He could see she was upset and felt selfish for even
mentioning work at a time like this.
“I’ll be available on my cell, my computer, etc., and Quincy
can start on the guest bookings, but I’ve got to go, Ron. It’s my family,” said
Jana. Her stomach lurched at the thought of going back home after all these
years. It had been what…eight, nine, no … ten years since she’d been home.
“Go, Jana,” said Rob. “We’ll be fine and we’ll call you only
if we need you. Do what you need to do and take whatever time you need,” he
said. He knew it was a lie; he wanted her back as soon as possible, but he
wanted to appear to be a benevolent boss.
Thanks, Rob. She walked out of the office in a daze and made
her way to her own small office, shut and locked the door and sat down. She put
her head in her hands and sobbed. Her grandma Winnie had just died and she felt
pangs of guilt and shame because she hadn’t been there. Heck, she hadn’t even
known she was so sick.
“She just wore down after the diagnosis,” said her cousin
Mel who had called to inform her. “We figured you’d want to know. The funeral
is Tuesday.”
“I’ll be there,” she promised before she hung up.
Now she had to go home. She had to go back to the place she
couldn’t wait to escape from with its small town mentality and slow pace. She had
to go back to Speckled Hills to bury the only nearly the only family she had
save for her second cousin, Mel and his wife.
***
“Wow, seriously? Population 3,000?” asked Bonita, Jana’s
best friend. She took a sip of wine and laughed. “I grew up in Philly, so I
guess I don’t get it.”
“Well, it’s probably bigger than that now,” said Jana.
Actually, she had gone online to look up Speckled Hills and was surprised to
find it had a town commerce website promoting it as a Relaxing Haven in the Texas
hills. She rolled her eyes. Relaxing,
indeed. It was downright sleepy. She found the population listed at over
5,000.
“Well, I don’t envy you,” said Bonita as she poured herself
some more wine. “I hate small towns. They’re so…quaint.”
“Yeah,” said Jana. She wasn’t really paying attention. She
was still dazed and packing a bag to leave. She wasn’t sure how much to take.
Surely she wouldn’t be gone long? She’d go to the funeral, tidy up affairs and
be on a plane back.
“Do you need this?” asked Bonita as she held a dress to her
front. The tag was still attached.
“No, I highly doubt it,” said Jana. The dress was a sequined
mini and perfect for a hot downtown Dallas night spot, certainly not Speckled
Hills.
“Well, then can I borrow it?” asked Bonita hopefully.
Jana thought for a second. “Sure,” she said. She had a
feeling she wouldn’t be needing it anytime soon.
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