Women's Intuition by Lisa Samson

Author:Lisa Samson [Samson, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-55314-0
Publisher: The Crown Publishing Group
Published: 2012-10-25T04:00:00+00:00

Lark

I LOCATED HIM ON THE INTERNET WITH PRISMA.

Sitting next to me, her face lit up in the ray of morning sun piercing the window glass, Prisma cocked her head back to examine the picture through her reading glasses. “That’s him all right, baby.”

She took a sip of her morning coffee.

“I know.”

I took a sip of my morning tea.

“He looks pretty much the same, doesn’t he? Only older.”

“Yeah.”

“Lot more wrinkled than you are, baby.”

“You think so?”

“Oh yes. Most definitely.”

“Do you think he’ll recognize me?”

“Uh-huh. You may have lost your curves, but your face looks just the same. Make sure you do up your hair and makeup though.”

Even a wacko like me knows better than to evoke his pity, to tip him off as to my sorry existence, to let him think the years have been as hard on me as they really have.

“And wear something pretty. But not too fancy. You don’t want him to think you went way out of your way.”

“Don’t worry, Prisma. I’m practicing before I meet him.”

“He meeting you at the church?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, all right then! I’d say you’re putting the situation right where it should be. At God’s house.”

I shrugged. “I don’t have too much to hang a hat on these days. I might as well make the most of what I’ve got.”

“You’ve got more than you think you do, baby, so stop whining.” Yeah, yeah. She’s right, of course. I’ve just been feeling sorry for myself for so long I’m not quite sure how to get out of it. “I know.”

“No, you don’t.”

I pointed to the screen. “Click on that link. It shows those thumbnail pictures closer up.”

She did.

“Hey, you’re getting good with that mouse, Prisma.”

“Don’t I know it! Girl, I am a cyber queen!”

I’m sure Flannery’s definition for “cyber queen” meant something quite different!

Bradley’s face filled the monitor. Blue eyes pulsating with that life, that optimism that filled my heart years ago. “He’s still cute, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, baby, he is.”

My stomach soured. “I’m scared to death.”

“I know you are. Do you have any idea what you’re going to do with him?”

“None.”

Prisma put an arm around me. “I didn’t think you did, baby.”

“Do I let him see Flannery?”

“That’s the big question. And I don’t have an answer for it.”

“I guess I’ll just have to wait and see, won’t I?”

“You got that right.”

Prisma flicked a glance at her wristwatch. “You want some breakfast?”

“That would be nice.”

“Cereal with fruit?”

“Okay. Then I’d better get into the bath.”

We shuffled into the kitchen together.

“Sort of like getting ready for the prom?” Prisma poured us both some tea.

“Oh my word, Prisma. Let’s hope not!”

Sitting at the table, I pulled my Christmas stocking project out of the craft bag Prisma bought me to tote it around.

“Let me see, baby,” she said.

I handed it to her.

“Pretty. You like it?”

“It’s all right, I guess. I have to wonder if I’m going to get it done in time for Christmas though.”

“Oh, you will. Especially if you want to give it as a gift.”

“Now who am I going to give it to?”

“As if you don’t know! I tell you the truth, Larkspur Summerville.

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