The Last Page (A Contemporary Romantic Comedy) (Living, Loving and Laughing Again) by Lacy Camey

Author:Lacy Camey [Camey, Lacy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: breakup, crossroads, therapy, Norah Johnson, romantic comedy
Publisher: MCWriting.com
Published: 2011-08-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Two hours later, I lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling, as Chloe attempted to sew a stitch for me on one of my creations. I didn’t care at that point, probably because I was heavily medicated.

I felt dizzy. “You know, I just have to accept the fact that it’s over. My career is over.”

“Norah! No, you don’t,” Chloe insistently corrected me as she placed the needle, thread, and fabric down. Like a woman on a mission, she stood, walked to the kitchen, and opened and closed kitchen drawers.

“What are you looking for?”

“That’s just the meds talking. Everything is fixable.” I saw her grab something and put it in a basket she found in the pantry.

“Up.” She commanded as she walked my way, basket in hand. “You’re coming with me.”

She led me out the back to the side of the house where our rose bushes were. “We’re getting you some fresh air, and we’re going to pick a nice vase of flowers and get rid of this pity party.”

I rolled my eyes. “Great, you know I can’t cut with my left hand.”

“Which is why you are to point, and I’m here to cut.”

“There. That one. That one. That one. That one.” I pointed. Then I heard a car coming up the driveway.

“I wonder who that is,” I said.

“It doesn’t matter. You’re not checking until I cut all these flowers.”

“Geez. What’s the deal with you, Miss Bossy?”

“Well, I have to be! Otherwise, you’ll wallow in self-pity all day long. I’m going to help you, Norah. Watch,” She said, determined, as she cut the roses and put them in a basket, careful not to let the thorns prick her fingers.

“Norah,” she said definitively, as she held up a rose. “Life is not always peaches and roses. It’s how you handle the thorns in your life.”

I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help smiling and then laughing. Just as I was about to reply to her witty, yet poetic thought for the day, another car pulled up and a door slammed. I heard a familiar voice.

“Yeah, man. Almost in the bag. Just here to fake this whole engagement crap thing for three more weeks, then I’m out. I’ll be on my way to Southern Cali.”

Oh. My. Gosh. It was Josh’s voice. Fake this whole engagement crap? I placed a finger over my lips and motioned for Chloe not to utter a sound. I needed to hear absolutely everything he was divulging to whoever was on the phone.

Astonished, Chloe looked at me with wide eyes. I returned the dazed look. Chloe put the basket down, and we quietly tiptoed to the edge of the house, the side covered in stone, not glass.

Standing in the doorway, we could see Orien standing there holding sunflowers. He placed them on the porch as he turned around to eye the new guest.

“I’m telling you, it’s all about who you know. Do your research. You’ll get there. Gotta go.”

Josh walked up the steps, and asked Orien, “Who

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