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was.”
“Who’s going to run the Ball now?” Sharon asked. “I can’t imagine anybody who’d want to go anywhere near the damn thing, it’s so messed up. After Susie, the finances are so twisted, it would take a T. Boone Pickens to save that ship.”
Heather nodded. “Normally, it’s a full-time job for the Ball Chair, just lining everything up—the entertainment, the donations for the auction, underwriting, and coordinating with the committee chairs. It’s gonna be a minimum eighty-hour workweek every week, just to undo the damage Susie did.”
“I can’t imagine anybody wanting that job now,” Sharon pondered. “You’re right—it’s a full-time job under the best circumstances, but you’d have no time for anything else all year after this mess.”
“It’s too bad Amanda couldn’t be Chair of the Longhorn Ball,” Heather said jokingly. “That would certainly take her off the social circuit. She wouldn’t even have time to think about dating, let alone be able to keep a man’s interest.”
“That would be a great solution,” Sharon agreed. “Keep Amanda all tied up with the Longhorn Ball. Between that and her children, you’re right. She wouldn’t pose a threat to anybody.”
The women sat in silence for a long while, thinking about how wonderful it would be if Amanda had the distraction of the Longhorn Ball to keep her from developing a social life.
“Wait a minute,” Sharon exclaimed after a few minutes. She stopped tapping her fingers and laid both hands flat on the table. “Who says she can’t be the Chair of the Longhorn Ball? She’s still a member, isn’t she?”
Heather thought for a moment. “We’ve gotta find out,” she said, sitting up straight in her chair. “If she’s been on inactive status this whole time, she could certainly go active and Chair the Ball.”
“We need to get our hands on a member directory. All the members are listed.”
“There’s one in my office!” Heather said, triumphant. “All the best real estate offices have a copy. Let’s go!”
“I think we might have just solved a major problem!” Sharon said, smiling. They quickly left Starbucks, dashing across the parking lot toward Ann Anderson’s office. They ran past the surprised receptionist down to Heather’s cubicle. Flipping through stacks of paper—Heather was a “keeper” who tended to hold on to every piece of paper or document with which she came into contact—she found a copy of the Ball directory. Excitedly, with Sharon peeking over her shoulder, she paged to the back, where the names of all the inactive members were listed. There was Amanda’s name.
The women looked at each other and grinned. “Problem solved,” they chorused.
“But how do we get her to do it?” Heather asked, glancing at her watch. She had an after-hours appointment with a doc-in-the-box for another prescription of diet pills.
“Hmmm. You sure this is such a good idea?” Sharon asked, sounding doubtful for the first time.
“It’s an awesome idea,” Heather replied confidently. “But let’s think for a minute. How can we get her to say yes?”
Chapter 6
A t a quarter to seven that evening, Elizabeth came downstairs from her bedroom and found, to her great surprise, Amanda making hamburgers for the children, who were watching music videos in the living room.
“You’re still here!” Elizabeth exclaimed. Amanda glanced at her, as if to say, “You got that right.” Elizabeth eyed her daughter, who was wearing the same outfit as earlier in the day.
“Surely you’re not going to Al’s dressed like that?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips in emphasis of her surprise and disapproval over her daughter’s wardrobe choice.
Amanda said nothing, continuing to focus her attention on dinner for the children.
“Don’t you realize what time it is? If you’re getting to the restaurant on time, or even fashionably late, you better get moving.”
“I’m not going,”
“Who’s going to run the Ball now?” Sharon asked. “I can’t imagine anybody who’d want to go anywhere near the damn thing, it’s so messed up. After Susie, the finances are so twisted, it would take a T. Boone Pickens to save that ship.”
Heather nodded. “Normally, it’s a full-time job for the Ball Chair, just lining everything up—the entertainment, the donations for the auction, underwriting, and coordinating with the committee chairs. It’s gonna be a minimum eighty-hour workweek every week, just to undo the damage Susie did.”
“I can’t imagine anybody wanting that job now,” Sharon pondered. “You’re right—it’s a full-time job under the best circumstances, but you’d have no time for anything else all year after this mess.”
“It’s too bad Amanda couldn’t be Chair of the Longhorn Ball,” Heather said jokingly. “That would certainly take her off the social circuit. She wouldn’t even have time to think about dating, let alone be able to keep a man’s interest.”
“That would be a great solution,” Sharon agreed. “Keep Amanda all tied up with the Longhorn Ball. Between that and her children, you’re right. She wouldn’t pose a threat to anybody.”
The women sat in silence for a long while, thinking about how wonderful it would be if Amanda had the distraction of the Longhorn Ball to keep her from developing a social life.
“Wait a minute,” Sharon exclaimed after a few minutes. She stopped tapping her fingers and laid both hands flat on the table. “Who says she can’t be the Chair of the Longhorn Ball? She’s still a member, isn’t she?”
Heather thought for a moment. “We’ve gotta find out,” she said, sitting up straight in her chair. “If she’s been on inactive status this whole time, she could certainly go active and Chair the Ball.”
“We need to get our hands on a member directory. All the members are listed.”
“There’s one in my office!” Heather said, triumphant. “All the best real estate offices have a copy. Let’s go!”
“I think we might have just solved a major problem!” Sharon said, smiling. They quickly left Starbucks, dashing across the parking lot toward Ann Anderson’s office. They ran past the surprised receptionist down to Heather’s cubicle. Flipping through stacks of paper—Heather was a “keeper” who tended to hold on to every piece of paper or document with which she came into contact—she found a copy of the Ball directory. Excitedly, with Sharon peeking over her shoulder, she paged to the back, where the names of all the inactive members were listed. There was Amanda’s name.
The women looked at each other and grinned. “Problem solved,” they chorused.
“But how do we get her to do it?” Heather asked, glancing at her watch. She had an after-hours appointment with a doc-in-the-box for another prescription of diet pills.
“Hmmm. You sure this is such a good idea?” Sharon asked, sounding doubtful for the first time.
“It’s an awesome idea,” Heather replied confidently. “But let’s think for a minute. How can we get her to say yes?”
Chapter 6
A t a quarter to seven that evening, Elizabeth came downstairs from her bedroom and found, to her great surprise, Amanda making hamburgers for the children, who were watching music videos in the living room.
“You’re still here!” Elizabeth exclaimed. Amanda glanced at her, as if to say, “You got that right.” Elizabeth eyed her daughter, who was wearing the same outfit as earlier in the day.
“Surely you’re not going to Al’s dressed like that?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips in emphasis of her surprise and disapproval over her daughter’s wardrobe choice.
Amanda said nothing, continuing to focus her attention on dinner for the children.
“Don’t you realize what time it is? If you’re getting to the restaurant on time, or even fashionably late, you better get moving.”
“I’m not going,”
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