A Makeover Made in Heaven by Sharon Srock

Author:Sharon Srock
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sharon Srock
Published: 2018-07-01T00:00:00+00:00

7

The late morning sunlight pierced Lisa’s eyes Friday like a javelin thrown by a gold medal Olympian. She snapped her lids closed, groaned, and turned in her bed. The movement made her freshly aware of the pain in her joints that she’d fought to ignore all day yesterday. The denial she’d clung to over the previous twenty-four hours evaporated, and truth took up residence in both sides of the Garcia duplex. Lisa had the flu, no doubt the same strain she’d spent the last three days nursing her mother through. Mom was on the mend, but Lisa felt like...

“No...no...no,” she whispered, her voice a harsh croak in the empty room. “I’ve got a date tonight.” Lisa pulled the comforter over her head. I had a date tonight. The afterthought settled and weighed down her already heavy heart. She’d have to call Dave and cancel.

Lisa flopped onto her back. She didn’t have to call him right this minute. She might feel better as the day wore on. In an effort to prove to herself that she wasn’t as sick as she felt, Lisa pushed herself up and sat on the side of the bed. When she opened her eyes, she felt the heat of a fever burning behind them. The room swam. Lisa gave in to the vertigo and collapsed back into the pillows. A chill seized her, and she burrowed under the covers. Who am I kidding?

Her hand snaked out from under the comforter, and she fumbled for the phone on the nightstand. Lisa found it, and her hand froze. She still didn’t have his number. Her body slumped deeper into the pillows. How...? Jemma would have it. She pulled the phone under the covers and punched in numbers with a trembling finger.

“Hey, Lisa.”

“I need a favor.” The words croaked out of her hoarse throat, and Lisa cringed at the raspy sound.

“You sound awful. What’s wrong?”

“Flu, I think.” She moved the phone away from her face as a fit of coughing overcame her. Once she caught her breath, she returned to her explanation. “I’ve been nursing Mom through it all week.”

“The family who cares, shares,” Jemma quipped.

“Yeah.”

“What’s the favor?”

“I need Dave’s phone number. We had a date tonight—”

“Oh...”

“I need to let him know.”

Jemma rattled off the number.

Lisa looked around for something to write with and on. “Hang on. I don’t have a pen.”

“Stay where you’re at. I’ll text it to you. Do you need anything else?”

“Pra—” A second fit of coughing choked off the word. “Prayer,” she gasped.

“You’ve got that. Call Dave and go back to sleep. I’ll be there with chicken soup and Tylenol by the time you wake up.”

“Thanks. Wait...what?”

“I’m coming to take care of you and your mom.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Yes, I am. You need to eat and you need meds. If I know you, and I do, you haven’t been shopping this week, and if you have medicine, you can’t find the bottle.”

Lisa closed her eyes and tried to remember where she’d last seen the bottle of pain relievers.

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