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“Constance, we said no gifts this year.”
She shrugged. “It’s just a ticket to the Christmas Ball in Tamworth. I didn’t want to go alone, so I bought you a ticket, too.”
I opened it. “Thanks, Constance, but I can’t go and leave my guests.”
Uncle Tim and Christina both spoke at once urging me to go. I sighed. I didn’t really want to go to a ball, and I felt rude leaving my guests, but I couldn’t see a way out of it. That ticket must have been expensive.
Constance filled her glass and then turned to me. “So why isn’t your daughter speaking to you yet? Imagine, a daughter not speaking to her mother. You know, ninety-five percent of polled mothers and daughters named each other as their best friend. It’s just the way of nature.” She downed her flute of champagne in one gulp, and then poured another.
I just nodded and then shrugged. “It’s her dad,” I said, not wishing to get into the subject yet again. “He’s feeding her lies, as usual.”
“Yes, well, I could’ve told you that, you poor thing. I can just sense things about people, you know. I have a highly developed sixth sense. Most people wouldn’t understand. I’m a very gifted person.”
“Imagine that,” I said sarcastically.
“This woman has got to be kidding.”
I turned to see Alum standing across the room. I grinned, but of course I couldn’t say anything back to him.
“What are you smiling about?” Constance asked me.
I shrugged, and then thought I’d be mischievous. “I’m smiling at a handsome ghost,” I said.
“Well, you should be so lucky, to have a handsome man in your house, alive or dead. Like that would ever happen! How many years has it been since you had a man in your house?”
I paled, but luckily, she changed the subject. “Go get yourself a glass,” she said.
“No, really, I’m fine.”
Constance sighed and stood. “I’ll get you one,” she said, and she stalked out into the kitchen.
“That’s peer pressure, you know,” Uncle Tim said.
“She’s a nightmare sometimes,” I whispered.
Uncle Tim pulled a face. “Tell her to go.”
“I feel sorry for her,” I admitted.
Constance came back. She filled a glass and held out to me. “Drink,” she said.
I shook my head. “No,” I said. “Really Constance, not right now. It’s not even lunch time.”
Constance shrugged her shoulders. “Suit yourself,” she said, “but it’s lunchtime somewhere in the world. Besides, it’s Christmas, and everyone drinks champagne for breakfast at Christmas.” She refilled her own glass, took a gulp, and then fixed me with a steely gaze. “I feel like we should talk.”
“About what?” I asked cautiously.
“This life you’re living. It’s too lonely.”
I swallowed down a bit of anger before I spoke. “This isn’t my whole life,” I said. “I’m usually out on the road, you know.”
“Well that’s just as lonely, isn’t it? Maybe more lonely. Going from one place to the next, the hotels, the rented cars, the planes.”
“This woman is nosy,” Alum said to me from his spot across the room.
“I know,” I said. I was answering Alum, but Constance obviously thought I was speaking to her.
“If you know, then let’s change it. Let me help you. I can, you know. I had some professors in college who absolutely begged and begged me to go into psychology. They thought I could really help people.”
“Constance, you have a degree in English, or did you say chemistry? How would they possibly know you were good at psychology?”
If Constance was offended, she didn’t show it. “I helped people. Everyone could see it. I was pulled in a lot of different directions.”
I just nodded. Sometimes, with Constance, that was the best thing to do.
Constance poured herself a glass from the second bottle of champagne. She had finished the first bottle. “Oh my goodness, it makes me feel better that the four of us are all working on this,” she said as she tapped the empty
She shrugged. “It’s just a ticket to the Christmas Ball in Tamworth. I didn’t want to go alone, so I bought you a ticket, too.”
I opened it. “Thanks, Constance, but I can’t go and leave my guests.”
Uncle Tim and Christina both spoke at once urging me to go. I sighed. I didn’t really want to go to a ball, and I felt rude leaving my guests, but I couldn’t see a way out of it. That ticket must have been expensive.
Constance filled her glass and then turned to me. “So why isn’t your daughter speaking to you yet? Imagine, a daughter not speaking to her mother. You know, ninety-five percent of polled mothers and daughters named each other as their best friend. It’s just the way of nature.” She downed her flute of champagne in one gulp, and then poured another.
I just nodded and then shrugged. “It’s her dad,” I said, not wishing to get into the subject yet again. “He’s feeding her lies, as usual.”
“Yes, well, I could’ve told you that, you poor thing. I can just sense things about people, you know. I have a highly developed sixth sense. Most people wouldn’t understand. I’m a very gifted person.”
“Imagine that,” I said sarcastically.
“This woman has got to be kidding.”
I turned to see Alum standing across the room. I grinned, but of course I couldn’t say anything back to him.
“What are you smiling about?” Constance asked me.
I shrugged, and then thought I’d be mischievous. “I’m smiling at a handsome ghost,” I said.
“Well, you should be so lucky, to have a handsome man in your house, alive or dead. Like that would ever happen! How many years has it been since you had a man in your house?”
I paled, but luckily, she changed the subject. “Go get yourself a glass,” she said.
“No, really, I’m fine.”
Constance sighed and stood. “I’ll get you one,” she said, and she stalked out into the kitchen.
“That’s peer pressure, you know,” Uncle Tim said.
“She’s a nightmare sometimes,” I whispered.
Uncle Tim pulled a face. “Tell her to go.”
“I feel sorry for her,” I admitted.
Constance came back. She filled a glass and held out to me. “Drink,” she said.
I shook my head. “No,” I said. “Really Constance, not right now. It’s not even lunch time.”
Constance shrugged her shoulders. “Suit yourself,” she said, “but it’s lunchtime somewhere in the world. Besides, it’s Christmas, and everyone drinks champagne for breakfast at Christmas.” She refilled her own glass, took a gulp, and then fixed me with a steely gaze. “I feel like we should talk.”
“About what?” I asked cautiously.
“This life you’re living. It’s too lonely.”
I swallowed down a bit of anger before I spoke. “This isn’t my whole life,” I said. “I’m usually out on the road, you know.”
“Well that’s just as lonely, isn’t it? Maybe more lonely. Going from one place to the next, the hotels, the rented cars, the planes.”
“This woman is nosy,” Alum said to me from his spot across the room.
“I know,” I said. I was answering Alum, but Constance obviously thought I was speaking to her.
“If you know, then let’s change it. Let me help you. I can, you know. I had some professors in college who absolutely begged and begged me to go into psychology. They thought I could really help people.”
“Constance, you have a degree in English, or did you say chemistry? How would they possibly know you were good at psychology?”
If Constance was offended, she didn’t show it. “I helped people. Everyone could see it. I was pulled in a lot of different directions.”
I just nodded. Sometimes, with Constance, that was the best thing to do.
Constance poured herself a glass from the second bottle of champagne. She had finished the first bottle. “Oh my goodness, it makes me feel better that the four of us are all working on this,” she said as she tapped the empty
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