Lily Dale: Discovering by Wendy Corsi Staub

Author:Wendy Corsi Staub [Staub, Wendy Corsi]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Social Issues, Family, Juvenile Fiction, ebook, Juvenile Nonfiction, Mysteries & Detective Stories, General, United States, book, Parents, People & Places, Multigenerational
ISBN: 9780802797865
Google: hMl-SCn0HRcC
Amazon: 0802797865
Publisher: Walker Childrens
Published: 2009-10-13T04:00:00+00:00

FIFTEEN

New York City

Thursday, October 11

8:41 a.m.

According to Liz Jessee— the world’s friendliest landlady— Hell’s Kitchen, in the heart of Manhattan’s West Side, was once a desolate stretch of the city.

Now, Hell’s Kitchen— and thus, Liz Jessee’s no-frills five-story brick building—is in a desirable location, entirely conve-nient to restaurants, theaters, and midtown office buildings.

Laura is headed toward one of them right now, having just received a new short-term assignment from her temp agency.

As she descends the last flight of steps from her top floor studio apartment, she consults the address she scribbled on a scrap of paper when the assignment came in twenty minutes ago.

She’s been in New York long enough to know that she’ll have to head uptown, and east, to get there.

She’ll walk, of course. She doesn’t take the subway unless an assignment takes her all the way down to the financial district. Not just because Laura finds the subway unnerving, but because she can’t afford it. She still has three more days until payday, and she’ll be lucky if she can scrape together enough money to eat.

When Geraldine, her supervisor at the temp agency, told her that today’s assignment was at a company called Overseas Corporate Funds, she expected it to be downtown near Wall Street, too. Midtown was a pleasant surprise.

She arranges her shoulder bag in a cross-chest, mugger-proof position and steps outside to find Liz Jessee sweeping the stoop.

A pleasant woman in her midsixties, she looks up with a smile. “Good morning, Laura.”

“Hi, Liz.”

“It feels like July out here, doesn’t it?”

Laura realizes that the sun is already beaming warmly from a clear blue sky and wonders whether she should have worn her other suit. She only has two, and she wore the other one yesterday. But this one is wool.

“So it’s going to be hot again today?”she asks Liz, who has a way of knowing these things. She’s plugged into the weather, the news, even the neighborhood gossip.

“Near ninety. Of course, where I grew up, that’s nothing.”

“Where did you grow up?”

“Florida.”

Florida.

An image flashes into Laura’s head: palm trees, the ocean . . . and, standing in the sand, an attractive, brown-haired woman wearing a charcoal gray business suit with shiny black buttons, carrying a briefcase.

It’s such an odd image.

Why did it pop into Laura’s head?

Things do, sometimes. Things that don’t make sense.

And, once in a while, things that do make sense, but only later. When something— or someone—she’s imagined in her head or seen in a dream shows up in real life.

When she was really little, she used to find herself inexplicably thinking about a stained- glass window filled with interlocking loops of rose- and-green-colored glass. The window had a distinctive shape: rectangular on the bottom half and curving up to a point on the top half.

It popped into Laura’s head pretty often—particularly when her mother was cruel to her. Somehow, it made her feel better. She even used to draw pictures of it, with crayons.

It wasn’t until she was older that she actually came across it.

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