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Authors: Christine Ardigo
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performer in an empty theater, only needing her own accolades.
Why did Victoria subject herself to this discourtesy? She built her name up within the hospital after fifteen years of service. Over the years, she initiated Weight Loss Management sessions for employees and taught Cardiac Rehab’s nutrition classes. She instituted the monthly oncology meetings and assembled a great team to support it.
Her responsibilities on the Board of Directors for the cancer center taught her more than she imagined. Her master’s degree in Public Health, obtained while working full time, proved she could juggle several undertakings at once. Then why did she allow Jean to steal her ideas and present them as her own? She should inform someone, but whom?
“On to the next agenda,” Jean announced. “I need some ideas for the Memorial Day cafeteria menu. I want it to be absolutely awe-inspiring.”
****
Victoria helped Sara carry her shimmering gold prom dress into the house. “It really is stunning, Sara.”
“I know! I’m so excited.” I can’t wait to show everyone, I’m calling the gang now. Do you mind if they stop over before dinner?”
“No, not at all, I’d love the company.” Victoria removed the hanging philodendron from the hook in the ceiling and placed it on the dining room table. She climbed back on the chair and hung Sara’s dress there instead.
“There, that looks more festive than some silly plant.”
She remembered her own prom with Ed, the most riveting night of her life. Not many things topped it, possibly more exciting than their wedding. The magic took a nosedive after the honeymoon.
Victoria’s fingers ran down the full length of the charmeuse halter dress. What would she wear to her 30th wedding anniversary next year? She’d kill to wear something as sexy as this, but who would care? Who would notice?
Chapter 10
Heather
Heather strained to reposition her arm a mere inch or two to contact her mark. Her slow creep and crawl, as she stretched her fingers and edged forward in a calculating manner had purpose, she could not fail. Her right toe swooshed up and over her hip to touch the red target. She would do it. She gave them a side-glance and nodded.
“Left foot on green,” Rori said.
Impossible! Heather struggled to move her left leg but the weight on her back from Gia and Laurel caused her to crash to the floor. “No!” Heather cried, “I will not be defeated.” Rori leaped into the pile and the four of them burst into a roar of cackling and snorting. The room sounded like a gathering of witches around their poisonous brew. Toxic ingredients concocted for their nemesis.
Heather stood and seized the three of them drawing them in to her chest. “I love you guys so much. You know that, right?”
“No, actually we don’t, we’ve no idea. You hate us, it’s obvious.” Gia pretended to look at the ceiling.
“Oh, yeah?” Heather said, “I guess it’s time for…the kissing monster.” She snatched Gia by the back of her head and smothered her with eight kisses before Gia pulled away. Laurel stood before her, wide eyed. Heather lunged for her, planting her lips all over her forehead and nose.
She broke away long enough to observe little Rori perched on the side of the Twister mat, hands clasped in a knot in front of her Tigger shirt. Heather’s eyebrows rose and fell as she snaked over to her. Rori shook her head but Heather pounced and hugged her tight, smooshing her tiny face with oodles of kisses. “Kissing monster never fails to reach her mark.”
“No, no,” Rori tried to sputter in between giggles.
The front door swung open, Lance charged in plopping his briefcase on the hallway rug. “Great news, everyone!”
“What is it, daddy?” Gia entered the kitchen and extended her arms for him to lift her.
Instead of picking Gia up, he stepped around her, lifted his arms like a preacher at a sermon, chin held high, shoulders back, a gleam in his eye, and waited for
Why did Victoria subject herself to this discourtesy? She built her name up within the hospital after fifteen years of service. Over the years, she initiated Weight Loss Management sessions for employees and taught Cardiac Rehab’s nutrition classes. She instituted the monthly oncology meetings and assembled a great team to support it.
Her responsibilities on the Board of Directors for the cancer center taught her more than she imagined. Her master’s degree in Public Health, obtained while working full time, proved she could juggle several undertakings at once. Then why did she allow Jean to steal her ideas and present them as her own? She should inform someone, but whom?
“On to the next agenda,” Jean announced. “I need some ideas for the Memorial Day cafeteria menu. I want it to be absolutely awe-inspiring.”
****
Victoria helped Sara carry her shimmering gold prom dress into the house. “It really is stunning, Sara.”
“I know! I’m so excited.” I can’t wait to show everyone, I’m calling the gang now. Do you mind if they stop over before dinner?”
“No, not at all, I’d love the company.” Victoria removed the hanging philodendron from the hook in the ceiling and placed it on the dining room table. She climbed back on the chair and hung Sara’s dress there instead.
“There, that looks more festive than some silly plant.”
She remembered her own prom with Ed, the most riveting night of her life. Not many things topped it, possibly more exciting than their wedding. The magic took a nosedive after the honeymoon.
Victoria’s fingers ran down the full length of the charmeuse halter dress. What would she wear to her 30th wedding anniversary next year? She’d kill to wear something as sexy as this, but who would care? Who would notice?
Chapter 10
Heather
Heather strained to reposition her arm a mere inch or two to contact her mark. Her slow creep and crawl, as she stretched her fingers and edged forward in a calculating manner had purpose, she could not fail. Her right toe swooshed up and over her hip to touch the red target. She would do it. She gave them a side-glance and nodded.
“Left foot on green,” Rori said.
Impossible! Heather struggled to move her left leg but the weight on her back from Gia and Laurel caused her to crash to the floor. “No!” Heather cried, “I will not be defeated.” Rori leaped into the pile and the four of them burst into a roar of cackling and snorting. The room sounded like a gathering of witches around their poisonous brew. Toxic ingredients concocted for their nemesis.
Heather stood and seized the three of them drawing them in to her chest. “I love you guys so much. You know that, right?”
“No, actually we don’t, we’ve no idea. You hate us, it’s obvious.” Gia pretended to look at the ceiling.
“Oh, yeah?” Heather said, “I guess it’s time for…the kissing monster.” She snatched Gia by the back of her head and smothered her with eight kisses before Gia pulled away. Laurel stood before her, wide eyed. Heather lunged for her, planting her lips all over her forehead and nose.
She broke away long enough to observe little Rori perched on the side of the Twister mat, hands clasped in a knot in front of her Tigger shirt. Heather’s eyebrows rose and fell as she snaked over to her. Rori shook her head but Heather pounced and hugged her tight, smooshing her tiny face with oodles of kisses. “Kissing monster never fails to reach her mark.”
“No, no,” Rori tried to sputter in between giggles.
The front door swung open, Lance charged in plopping his briefcase on the hallway rug. “Great news, everyone!”
“What is it, daddy?” Gia entered the kitchen and extended her arms for him to lift her.
Instead of picking Gia up, he stepped around her, lifted his arms like a preacher at a sermon, chin held high, shoulders back, a gleam in his eye, and waited for
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