The ABC's of Dee: A Snarky Romance Novel by Danielle Bannister

Author:Danielle Bannister [Bannister, Danielle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bannister Books
Published: 2015-04-11T16:00:00+00:00

The ride back to my apartment is completely silent. Harold doesn't even try to pry information out of me. I must look that deep in thought. I am. Typical mid-life change of job panic. It's an odd feeling. The change feels urgent, suffocating and hopeful all at the same time. In that hospital room, I was at a cross-roads, and didn't even realize it until just now. Either I continued down the same vanilla path I've been on since I finished college, or I jumped off the track and took the next phase of my life onto a part of the map that hasn't been printed yet. Scary and invigorating all at the same time. I always assumed I would be the plain, predictable, single friend that you could go to for a laugh or shoulder to cry on, but never the friend that stuff actually happened to. Now, here I am, leaving that life behind and diving in with both feet without the mind-consuming terror that I assumed would feel. Instead, there is a sense of calm. It is almost like fate. Now, I don't believe in that horseshit, trust me, but that's the only way I can describe what it feels like. It is as though a door opened that I have absolutely no doubt I need to walk through.

There is, of course, a ton to think about now that I made this leap. How will I tell work? When will I tell them? How am I gonna move all my stuff into Gail’s place? Do I want to bring it all over there or do I just ditch it all and start new? So many questions. It is maddening. I need to write things out. I have to create a list of all the things I need to do so my head doesn’t explode.

“Stop the car,” I hear myself say.

Harold turns to look at me. “Mind if I pull over first?”

“I need to buy a notebook.”

“Um, okay. There’s a CVS up here,” he says, turning down Lake Shore Drive.

I barely wait for the car to stop before I am out the door and running towards the store. Flashes flood back to the last time I came into a drug store. No pregnancy tests or date-making tonight. This is far more important than that.

Pushing through the glass doors, I scan the aisle headers for what I want. Bee-lining for Home/Office, I don't even stop to gag at the cornucopia of scents from the perfume counter. I am a focused woman.

When I get there, I run my eyeballs up and down the racks for what I want: a five-subject, college ruled, 5 Star notebook. Purple, if possible, but today I would be happy with yellow—shiver. I'm desperate. I see one-subject and three-subjects all around and start to panic that I’ll have to change up my traditional writing habits—Huh. I have writing habits. That never dawned on me until just now. Even after I stopped ‘writing,’ I still journaled. Every day.

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