The Art of Hiding by Kathleen Grace

Author:Kathleen Grace [Grace, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grace Publishing
Published: 2018-01-06T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Kelly woke to the sound of the phone ringing in the Kitchen. She lay there for a moment wondering if Peter would get it, but after about the twelfth ring, it didn’t seem likely. She rolled out of bed and padded out to the phone picking it up only to hear a dial tone.

“Figures,” she grumbled.

She replaced the receiver and turned to pour a cup of coffee and saw a note taped to the coffeemaker.

Kelly. Can we talk tonight? Peter

Her pulse quickened. What did he want to talk about? She felt depressed at the idea, and excited at the same time. Maybe they should talk. They still had a couple of months to go before Peter would be leaving. It was going to be pretty awkward around here if they didn’t at least try to clear the air.

She spent the morning, and early afternoon doing some puttering outside in her flower box near the back door. She pulled the weeds and tilled the dark soil. The Iris’ inside the box had been pretty neglected lately. The bright blue lobelia that lie around the bottom of the box was getting long and stringy, spilling over the edges of the container. She trimmed it, and watered the flowers, sprinkling in a few packets of new seeds just for good measure.

Sitting back on her heels, she peeled off her gardening gloves, and perused her work.

“Much better. It actually looks like someone lives here now.” She smiled.

The phone rang from inside, and she brushed dirt off her hands and went in.

“Yes?”

“Is this Kelly Martin?” A male voice asked.

“Yes it is.”

“Kelly. It’s me, Jerry,” said a jovial voice.

“Jerry?” Kelly sounded confused

“From the barbecue last night, you know, Jerry.”

Kelly slapped a hand over her mouth. She had completely forgotten she’d given him her number. That’s what she got for acting in spite.

“Jerry, yes of course. My feet still hurt from all the dancing.”

“Yeah that’s me. Hey, I was wondering if you had plans tonight?”

Kelly was relieved to say she did. “Actually Jerry I do, sorry.”

“No problem, how about tomorrow night?” he asked, not at all deterred.

“Ah… well.” His phone call had caught her off guard. “I… I guess.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up about seven, how’s that?”

“Well, I guess.” She was a woman of few words.

“Great. What’s the address?”

Kelly gave him directions to her house and set down the receiver. Now she was stuck going out with someone she was not interested in simply because of her pride. What had she been trying to prove by giving him her number, just because Peter was watching? She had to be sure to not mislead Jerry. He had no idea what her motivation had been and she couldn’t let the deception continue.

Kelly spent a little time painting and then she decided to set about making some dinner. She poured a little lemon oil in a pan, browned a chicken breast in it and set it aside. She then filled a pot with water and boiled a large bright green artichoke.

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