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They say retirement kills. And it looks that way in MERRY ACRES, a planned community in South Florida for the over-fifty-five crowd. Husbands are dropping fast. Georgiana Duncan wonders who will next wear the black veil of widowhood. Should she be worried....or happy about such dire prospects? Perhaps, like Georgiana, other wives in Merry Acres have secrets, too. Skeletons rattling around personal closets that so mar the gloss of happily-ever-after that only murder can make amends.
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Here's an excerpt from Merry Acres Widows Waltz:
“I live in Merry Acres. You know about Mr. Mendez, of course. That business with the tire iron. Well, I was wondering about—”
I stopped talking because the man’s expression changed. He wasn’t kidding around or winking now, that was certain.
“About what?”
“You’ll think I’m crazy, but I was wondering if maybe the recent deaths that looked like natural causes or accidents, and ruled that way, really were…accidents or natural causes.”
“I have no idea which deaths you mean, but nothing on my desk, and I work homicides, pertains to that planned community, except Mendez.”
“I’ll just go.” I felt foolish. “Sorry to have bothered you.”
“Wait a minute. Finish your coffee and dessert.”
Since it was more a command than request, I took another tiny bite. I’d ruined the coffee by adding too much sugar.
“I have a question for you in return. I’m not sure Ms. St. James introduced us, if so, I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name.”
“Mrs. Daniel Duncan. Georgiana.” I actually gulped. This was ridiculous. I was almost a decade older than this guy, but he made me feel as if I were six years old. “What’s your question, officer?”
“You’ve forgotten my name, too. It’s Detective Morgan. Mike Morgan. And, for the record, I hate the name ‘Mikey'. Where’d you hear about a tire iron?” He continued eating.
I stammered. “I-I read it in the papers, didn’t I?”
He put his fork down. He looked hard at me. “No, you didn’t.”
Monday, March 28, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Out for revenge, will Sue’s iron-borne strength and potent potion mean curtains for Jake?
Will true love finally have its way with Sue and Jake? Will the end of our tale mark a new beginning?
Nan
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A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 7
Our date with destiny. Sue packed wine, glasses, cheese, an apple, of course, the first fruit of temptation and crackers into a chill pack. Not bad for a last repast. She locked the door behind her and headed to the elevator. “Evening Roger,” she said sweetly. “I like the new guy, SC. His sweet nature and chubby features are almost…angelic.”
Roger choked but quickly faked a cough. “Glad to hear it Miss Blu.”
Sue entered Central Park along a familiar sidewalk and walked to the picnic tables by the lake. For a moment, fear overtook her. “Whose there?” she whispered, jarred by a vision of a prison guard who oddly resembled SC and hearing an iron prison gate clang shut behind her. How peculiar. I haven’t had a drink in hours. Just jitters I suppose and conscience. “To hell with both, I’m doing it,” she muttered. A squirrel dashed in front of her. Farewell, furry rodent.
At her lakeside destination, Sue quickly took the flask from her bag and fortified herself with a glass of wine. Opening the chill pack, she strategically placed another glass and the doctored bottle near the edge of the table. Slicing the apple and cheese, she put them on a plate with crackers.
Taking a deep breath, she put on a cheerful face watching Jake amble up. "Happy you found me."
“Not too difficult since this spot is directly across from your building. Listen Sue, I wish our timing had been better,” Jake said, looking dismal.
“I do understand, really,” she smiled. “Let’s say goodbye, shall we. We don’t have much time. An evening mist is blowing up from the lake.” She made a show of uncorking the wine, poured, and raised her glass. “A toast to your continuing brilliant future on the stage. First, a kiss.”
Sue boldly kissed him then raised the glass to her lips, without drinking. Jake took the bait. Hungry from rehearsals all day, he first bit into an apple slice with cheese. “A classy send off from a special lady.” He poured his own glass and lifted it to his lips, about to drink the deadly potion. Sue laughed to herself. Men are such idiots. Eve taught us that long ago.
But SC had other plans.
Pulling out his Glitter Silver Renewal Spritzer, he blasted their wine glasses and the bottle for good measure, repurposing the brew into the best love potion ever made.
Emotionally ironclad and very confident, Sue made a second toast. “Cheers.” She and Jake both drank liberally this time.
“What’s that?” Lake mist changed to a shower of iridescence. Sue scrambled to her feet, kicked off her red soled Louboutins and ran barefoot into the descending hailstorm of stars.
Jake dropped his glass and ran after her. “Sue, where are you?” Running on.” Don’t run from me. I love you!!” Jake reeled at his words and shouted, “I’ve lost my reason.” He laughed. “And I don’t care.”
Sue stopped in her tracks. Jake bumped into her and they both fell into the grass. “What did you say? I thought you said—. Oh, never mind. Kiss me.”
“I said I love you.” repeated Jake, breathing hard. “And I’m happy to oblige your request.” He pressed himself against her and kissed her with a purity of passion alien to both of them
The initial euphoria turned to exhaustion. Instinct told her to lead him to her place but, grass-stained, and wondering where her shoes were, Sue struggled to her feet. Dazed, she walked back to her building through the starry mist, trusting he’d follow.
Jake lay quietly in the grass. What do I do now?
SC’s voice from above prompted, “Follow her, dummy. You’ll know what to do. Oh, and give the doorman a big tip.”
Happier than he’d felt in ages, Jake complied. Jake Will was in love.
Just goes to show you, he thought, grinning like a love struck swain, that anything is possible in the Big Apple…
THE END
Nan
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A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 7
Our date with destiny. Sue packed wine, glasses, cheese, an apple, of course, the first fruit of temptation and crackers into a chill pack. Not bad for a last repast. She locked the door behind her and headed to the elevator. “Evening Roger,” she said sweetly. “I like the new guy, SC. His sweet nature and chubby features are almost…angelic.”
Roger choked but quickly faked a cough. “Glad to hear it Miss Blu.”
Sue entered Central Park along a familiar sidewalk and walked to the picnic tables by the lake. For a moment, fear overtook her. “Whose there?” she whispered, jarred by a vision of a prison guard who oddly resembled SC and hearing an iron prison gate clang shut behind her. How peculiar. I haven’t had a drink in hours. Just jitters I suppose and conscience. “To hell with both, I’m doing it,” she muttered. A squirrel dashed in front of her. Farewell, furry rodent.
At her lakeside destination, Sue quickly took the flask from her bag and fortified herself with a glass of wine. Opening the chill pack, she strategically placed another glass and the doctored bottle near the edge of the table. Slicing the apple and cheese, she put them on a plate with crackers.
Taking a deep breath, she put on a cheerful face watching Jake amble up. "Happy you found me."
“Not too difficult since this spot is directly across from your building. Listen Sue, I wish our timing had been better,” Jake said, looking dismal.
“I do understand, really,” she smiled. “Let’s say goodbye, shall we. We don’t have much time. An evening mist is blowing up from the lake.” She made a show of uncorking the wine, poured, and raised her glass. “A toast to your continuing brilliant future on the stage. First, a kiss.”
Sue boldly kissed him then raised the glass to her lips, without drinking. Jake took the bait. Hungry from rehearsals all day, he first bit into an apple slice with cheese. “A classy send off from a special lady.” He poured his own glass and lifted it to his lips, about to drink the deadly potion. Sue laughed to herself. Men are such idiots. Eve taught us that long ago.
But SC had other plans.
Pulling out his Glitter Silver Renewal Spritzer, he blasted their wine glasses and the bottle for good measure, repurposing the brew into the best love potion ever made.
Emotionally ironclad and very confident, Sue made a second toast. “Cheers.” She and Jake both drank liberally this time.
“What’s that?” Lake mist changed to a shower of iridescence. Sue scrambled to her feet, kicked off her red soled Louboutins and ran barefoot into the descending hailstorm of stars.
Jake dropped his glass and ran after her. “Sue, where are you?” Running on.” Don’t run from me. I love you!!” Jake reeled at his words and shouted, “I’ve lost my reason.” He laughed. “And I don’t care.”
Sue stopped in her tracks. Jake bumped into her and they both fell into the grass. “What did you say? I thought you said—. Oh, never mind. Kiss me.”
“I said I love you.” repeated Jake, breathing hard. “And I’m happy to oblige your request.” He pressed himself against her and kissed her with a purity of passion alien to both of them
The initial euphoria turned to exhaustion. Instinct told her to lead him to her place but, grass-stained, and wondering where her shoes were, Sue struggled to her feet. Dazed, she walked back to her building through the starry mist, trusting he’d follow.
Jake lay quietly in the grass. What do I do now?
SC’s voice from above prompted, “Follow her, dummy. You’ll know what to do. Oh, and give the doorman a big tip.”
Happier than he’d felt in ages, Jake complied. Jake Will was in love.
Just goes to show you, he thought, grinning like a love struck swain, that anything is possible in the Big Apple…
THE END
Monday, February 7, 2011
Will Sue go to the dark side?
Have Sue's hopes for a sweet Valentine's romp grown dim, even grim? Settle back for more twists and turns.
Nan
A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 6
Happy to be out of Marley’s dusty elevator and again in human form, SC walked up two flights of stairs to the dingy little room he rented. He complained to the peeling walls. “If they’re gonna send me on assignment in New York City, they should include a much larger expense account.”
He pondered a plan as he plopped down on the squeaky mattress and munched cheese doodles. All I know for sure is Jake now lives with another woman who isn’t the one meant for him. When SC dozed off , he returned to his cherub form. Upon waking, he decided to reconnoiter Marley’s apartment. Jake was gone already, so SC floated above morning crowds to Sue’s apartment, hoping he’d find Jake there. No such luck.
Sue woke at 10:30AM. “Jake?” No Jake. Walking into the living room, Sue winced at the burned out candles and uneaten food. Just as well, I need to repair myself. She wrapped her arms about her. Bet he left a note. She grabbed a plate of fruit and cheese, and made coffee.
No note? Disappointed, Sue dialed Jake’s cell phone. No answer.
Sue didn’t give up easily. Remembering the special hours they shared, she was determined not to let last night go as one more a long line of one-night stands. This was not another proverbial electric screw. He felt something, too. She repeated this to herself as if it were a mantra.
But after two days of calling, texting, and even emailing Jake, she began another slide into darkness. Finally, Jake answered. At first, his voice was distant, aloof. Then, in a moment of weakness, he told Sue the truth.
“Theatre work is hard to find, Sue. Marley’s support and connections are my ticket to playing lead roles in major productions. I really like you. But...” Without good-bye, Jake was gone.
Devastated, Sue downed an anti-depressant and a tranquilizer with some warm wine straight from the bottle. Closing the black-out shades and tossing back more pills with wine chasers, she lay on the couch in a stupor.
SC bounced around the ceiling. “Hey, wake up.” But Sue was too far gone to hear him. He nudged her. No response. In desperation, SC resorted to drastic measures. He banged pots and pans in the kitchen – no easy job for a cherub. He had to break through her drug-induced trance.
What is that awful noise? Sue wondered if she’d dreamed the racket . The clanging stopped. Obviously, I’m not dead yet so, I might as well pull myself together. She fumbled for her phone and requested a massage therapist to come at noon. After food and coffee, she took a shower and then thought came more clearly.
”Whew,” muttered SC out loud, “that was close, but I suspect more mayhem is brewing. I better hang around here to head it off. Wish I had somebody to massage my neck."
After a detox massage, Sue dressed and paced. Lucid again she formed a plan.
Sue sent Jake a contrite email explaining she understood his situation and requesting a meeting in Central Park to toast to his new role and bring closure to a romance that couldn’t be.
Jake called later, the conversation brief. “Thanks, Sue. I’ll be there. I appreciate your understanding.”
Grabbing her LV bag, Sue made a quick trip downtown to an old apothecary. Well known for being discreet, the owner sold all manner of drugs and concoctions. There she paid cash for a potion nicknamed “Inheritance Powder” back in the 19th century. So called because it was a sought after remedy for relatives who couldn’t wait for the Almighty to claim the titled, thus bestowing rank on the new bloods.
Returning home, Sue studied her wine cellar, selecting an expensive 1985 first growth Bordeaux. Her will hardened like iron under an anvil.
She opened the bottle and poured a modest amount into a sterling silver flask. That would steady her before taking the final sip of death. Then she funneled a measured dose of powder into the bottle, recorking it carefully. If it didn’t kill Jake outright, he’d very well suffer some wine-induced malaise. Word would spread he had a drinking problem. His lead on Broadway would be over as quickly as the role of hero he’d played for her. Probably scripted by Marley. A witch-like cackle escaped vengeful Sue’s lips.
Oh,boy. SC looked on in horror.
Watch for More Next Week:
Out for revenge, will Sue’s iron-borne strength and potent potion mean curtains for Jake?
Nan
A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 6
Happy to be out of Marley’s dusty elevator and again in human form, SC walked up two flights of stairs to the dingy little room he rented. He complained to the peeling walls. “If they’re gonna send me on assignment in New York City, they should include a much larger expense account.”
He pondered a plan as he plopped down on the squeaky mattress and munched cheese doodles. All I know for sure is Jake now lives with another woman who isn’t the one meant for him. When SC dozed off , he returned to his cherub form. Upon waking, he decided to reconnoiter Marley’s apartment. Jake was gone already, so SC floated above morning crowds to Sue’s apartment, hoping he’d find Jake there. No such luck.
Sue woke at 10:30AM. “Jake?” No Jake. Walking into the living room, Sue winced at the burned out candles and uneaten food. Just as well, I need to repair myself. She wrapped her arms about her. Bet he left a note. She grabbed a plate of fruit and cheese, and made coffee.
No note? Disappointed, Sue dialed Jake’s cell phone. No answer.
Sue didn’t give up easily. Remembering the special hours they shared, she was determined not to let last night go as one more a long line of one-night stands. This was not another proverbial electric screw. He felt something, too. She repeated this to herself as if it were a mantra.
But after two days of calling, texting, and even emailing Jake, she began another slide into darkness. Finally, Jake answered. At first, his voice was distant, aloof. Then, in a moment of weakness, he told Sue the truth.
“Theatre work is hard to find, Sue. Marley’s support and connections are my ticket to playing lead roles in major productions. I really like you. But...” Without good-bye, Jake was gone.
Devastated, Sue downed an anti-depressant and a tranquilizer with some warm wine straight from the bottle. Closing the black-out shades and tossing back more pills with wine chasers, she lay on the couch in a stupor.
SC bounced around the ceiling. “Hey, wake up.” But Sue was too far gone to hear him. He nudged her. No response. In desperation, SC resorted to drastic measures. He banged pots and pans in the kitchen – no easy job for a cherub. He had to break through her drug-induced trance.
What is that awful noise? Sue wondered if she’d dreamed the racket . The clanging stopped. Obviously, I’m not dead yet so, I might as well pull myself together. She fumbled for her phone and requested a massage therapist to come at noon. After food and coffee, she took a shower and then thought came more clearly.
”Whew,” muttered SC out loud, “that was close, but I suspect more mayhem is brewing. I better hang around here to head it off. Wish I had somebody to massage my neck."
After a detox massage, Sue dressed and paced. Lucid again she formed a plan.
Sue sent Jake a contrite email explaining she understood his situation and requesting a meeting in Central Park to toast to his new role and bring closure to a romance that couldn’t be.
Jake called later, the conversation brief. “Thanks, Sue. I’ll be there. I appreciate your understanding.”
Grabbing her LV bag, Sue made a quick trip downtown to an old apothecary. Well known for being discreet, the owner sold all manner of drugs and concoctions. There she paid cash for a potion nicknamed “Inheritance Powder” back in the 19th century. So called because it was a sought after remedy for relatives who couldn’t wait for the Almighty to claim the titled, thus bestowing rank on the new bloods.
Returning home, Sue studied her wine cellar, selecting an expensive 1985 first growth Bordeaux. Her will hardened like iron under an anvil.
She opened the bottle and poured a modest amount into a sterling silver flask. That would steady her before taking the final sip of death. Then she funneled a measured dose of powder into the bottle, recorking it carefully. If it didn’t kill Jake outright, he’d very well suffer some wine-induced malaise. Word would spread he had a drinking problem. His lead on Broadway would be over as quickly as the role of hero he’d played for her. Probably scripted by Marley. A witch-like cackle escaped vengeful Sue’s lips.
Oh,boy. SC looked on in horror.
Watch for More Next Week:
Out for revenge, will Sue’s iron-borne strength and potent potion mean curtains for Jake?
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Morning brings a reality check for Jake. Will he sell out to Marley?
Hey, it's Groundhog day this week and Jake may see his shadow self. What do you think? Take a peek at the next episode.
Nan
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A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 5
Morning. Sue nursed the predicted hangover - plus that lump on her head. What a night! Darling Art’s evening was probably ruined and I don’t remember most of mine…except for Jake Will.
Breaking the silence, the phone rang, Sue glanced at caller ID. – Jake Will. She answered more calmly than she felt. “Yes?”
“Hey Sue, just checking on you,” he said brightly.
“Thank you for calling.” Her heart fluttered but she must be cool. “I’m fine. Nothing food couldn’t cure. But maybe not, at least not now. Later, perhaps.” She threw out an opening, would he take it?
He should hang up. Jake’s growing attraction to Sue tamped down his head’s call for caution. “Well enough to have dinner with me tonight?”
“Lovely.” Her lip curled. “But why don’t we dine here? I’ll have the concierge arrange it. Seven o’clock okay?”
Startled, Jake agreed and ended the call. Pleased with the world, he headed off to a day of fittings for his new role.
At six forty-five, sharply dressed and carrying a bottle of Marie Brizard Apple Liqueur, a libation perfect for a variety of naughty cocktails like: Sex on the Beach #3, Intimate Moments, or Absolute Suicide, he walked up to the doorman and saluted. He signed in at the desk, waiting for the doorman to ring Sue. Squirrelly looking man. Jake didn’t appreciate the intense stare down before SC finally signaled Jake to go on his way.
Jake rode the now familiar elevator to the 16th floor.
Sue greeted Jake warmly, dazzling in an apple green, Asian print skirt and jewel button top, open to the cleavage. Her long, tan legs and tall sculpted sandals caught his eye. He watched her moves appreciatively as she poured two glasses of Chateau Margot.
They sipped their wine then, turning to face Jake, she ran freshly manicured nails down his chest. Without warning, she pushed him against the counter and planted a long, intoxicating kiss. Sliding her hand down his pants leg and running her tongue across his lips, she smiled. “Dinner can wait, can’t it? She pulled him into the bedroom.
Time fell away as passion rose and fell in waves, followed by ebbs of release and finally exhaustion. Lazing in the soft glow of candles, Jake was startled by Marley’s ring on his cell phone. Glancing at the time, he saw it was 10:30PM. Sue had fallen asleep. Her golden hair and naked shoulders drew him to her again, but the phone rang on.
Finally Jake gingerly climbed out of bed, tip toed to the living room and answered the cell. “Hello Marley.”
“I know where you are, you bastard. I’ll break you for this, both of you!” Marley hung up. Not as confident as she had sounded, she wondered what to do.
Panicked, Jake dressed quickly. Hungry and eyeing the beautiful spread on the table, he grabbed what he could carry and made a fast exit, past that pesky doorman as heedful as a doberman. He hailed a cab himself to avoid another encounter with SC then rode to Marley’s brownstone where he rang the bell repeatedly. Finally, Marley opened the door, silent and furious.
“Marley, I swear I’ll never go near her, or any woman for that matter, again. Believe me. It was a mistake,” Jake beseeched her. “You were right. She is high on something all the time and just plain trouble.”
Marley softened a little, pulling him in and closing the heavy door behind her. Within a few days, Jake moved into her guest floor and the trap door slammed behind him. As he and Marley’s driver struggled to get his things into the tiny elevator, he could swear he heard a voice inside the mirrored cubicle warning, “Don’t do it Jake. It’s a big mistake…big mistake…big mistake…” This was followed by what sound like a… sneeze.
Overhead, SC grumbled to himself, “Marley should have a talk with her housekeeper. Moldings in this thing could use some dusting.”
Watch for More Next Week: Will Sue go to the dark side?
Nan
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http://nandarnold.com
A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 5
Morning. Sue nursed the predicted hangover - plus that lump on her head. What a night! Darling Art’s evening was probably ruined and I don’t remember most of mine…except for Jake Will.
Breaking the silence, the phone rang, Sue glanced at caller ID. – Jake Will. She answered more calmly than she felt. “Yes?”
“Hey Sue, just checking on you,” he said brightly.
“Thank you for calling.” Her heart fluttered but she must be cool. “I’m fine. Nothing food couldn’t cure. But maybe not, at least not now. Later, perhaps.” She threw out an opening, would he take it?
He should hang up. Jake’s growing attraction to Sue tamped down his head’s call for caution. “Well enough to have dinner with me tonight?”
“Lovely.” Her lip curled. “But why don’t we dine here? I’ll have the concierge arrange it. Seven o’clock okay?”
Startled, Jake agreed and ended the call. Pleased with the world, he headed off to a day of fittings for his new role.
At six forty-five, sharply dressed and carrying a bottle of Marie Brizard Apple Liqueur, a libation perfect for a variety of naughty cocktails like: Sex on the Beach #3, Intimate Moments, or Absolute Suicide, he walked up to the doorman and saluted. He signed in at the desk, waiting for the doorman to ring Sue. Squirrelly looking man. Jake didn’t appreciate the intense stare down before SC finally signaled Jake to go on his way.
Jake rode the now familiar elevator to the 16th floor.
Sue greeted Jake warmly, dazzling in an apple green, Asian print skirt and jewel button top, open to the cleavage. Her long, tan legs and tall sculpted sandals caught his eye. He watched her moves appreciatively as she poured two glasses of Chateau Margot.
They sipped their wine then, turning to face Jake, she ran freshly manicured nails down his chest. Without warning, she pushed him against the counter and planted a long, intoxicating kiss. Sliding her hand down his pants leg and running her tongue across his lips, she smiled. “Dinner can wait, can’t it? She pulled him into the bedroom.
Time fell away as passion rose and fell in waves, followed by ebbs of release and finally exhaustion. Lazing in the soft glow of candles, Jake was startled by Marley’s ring on his cell phone. Glancing at the time, he saw it was 10:30PM. Sue had fallen asleep. Her golden hair and naked shoulders drew him to her again, but the phone rang on.
Finally Jake gingerly climbed out of bed, tip toed to the living room and answered the cell. “Hello Marley.”
“I know where you are, you bastard. I’ll break you for this, both of you!” Marley hung up. Not as confident as she had sounded, she wondered what to do.
Panicked, Jake dressed quickly. Hungry and eyeing the beautiful spread on the table, he grabbed what he could carry and made a fast exit, past that pesky doorman as heedful as a doberman. He hailed a cab himself to avoid another encounter with SC then rode to Marley’s brownstone where he rang the bell repeatedly. Finally, Marley opened the door, silent and furious.
“Marley, I swear I’ll never go near her, or any woman for that matter, again. Believe me. It was a mistake,” Jake beseeched her. “You were right. She is high on something all the time and just plain trouble.”
Marley softened a little, pulling him in and closing the heavy door behind her. Within a few days, Jake moved into her guest floor and the trap door slammed behind him. As he and Marley’s driver struggled to get his things into the tiny elevator, he could swear he heard a voice inside the mirrored cubicle warning, “Don’t do it Jake. It’s a big mistake…big mistake…big mistake…” This was followed by what sound like a… sneeze.
Overhead, SC grumbled to himself, “Marley should have a talk with her housekeeper. Moldings in this thing could use some dusting.”
Watch for More Next Week: Will Sue go to the dark side?
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Uptown girl falls for actor, what’s his role? Superhero, super cad or sap?
Are you frosted? Warm up with the latest episode of A Tale from Eve's Garden.
Nan
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A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 4
After that dizzying collapse at her door, Sue awoke on her bed, supported by her familiar plush pillow farm. Jake bent over her applying a cold compress against her head, Art by his side. “What happened,” she whispered.
“You fell and bumped your beautiful noggin.” I called Art and he came right over. I think a trip to the ER is in order. He’s not as certain.”
“No. I’m fine.” Sue stumbled off the bed, and Art and Jake each grabbed one of her arms. “Whoa, my legs feel like Jell-o.”
Art smirked, “Bet your skull feels like Marley’s inside, playing a xylophone.”.
“Clever. Please, I’m sick, don’t mention the woman. Call Dr. Zeus.”
“Who?”
Art interjected, “a physician we know.”
“Yes. He could take a look. I don’t want to end up in the morgue…hey, I suddenly remember everything, meeting Jake, the cab ride. Oh, the singing cab driver, aspirin, quick!”
“Not sure about analgesics, but I’ll give the good doc a call. Probably busy after last night. For now, let’s walk, shall we? All together, and one, two, three.”
“Shut up, Art.” She looked at Jake Will. “Quite the gentleman. Thanks for sticking around.”
“Art’s right, walk.”
“Seems I’m out numbered.”
Fortunately,” Art sneered, “that Vera Wang dress is short and I suppose comfortable, so apropos a forced march.” After a long while, and eschewing coffee, Jake coaxed her to drink a Coke.
Slowly, the color returned to her face. “See, I’m walking and talking normally. All fixed. No need for Dr. Zeus.”
Art kissed her cheek, “Good night, I’ll call later. Coming Jake?”
“Nope. I’m sleeping on that lounge across the room.”
“Noble gesture. Sure you don’t play both sides of the street? No? Well, ta ta, I’ll let myself out.”
“Jake Will. Will you what? Be my hero?” Back on the bed, Sue snuggled into the pillows and in no time fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. .
Hours later, Sue squinted at a rude blast of sunlight and heard the deliciously gravelly sound of a male voice engaged in an intense phone conversation. Oh yes. She smiled ruefully. Jake Will, would-be superhero. She lay quietly and listened.
In the other room Jake defended his actions to a female fury. “Marley! How many times can I apologize? How was I supposed to know you know Sue Blu? Personally? She’s what? Oh, God. I didn’t know. Look, all I did was help her home. She hit her head and I ended up sleeping on a not so comfortable lounge to make sure she didn’t cop a concussion after. Okay, she was a tad high. But harmless to my virtue, believe me
“I’m well aware of that audition you set up for me. I’m leaving—now. First, a brief stop at home for a quick shower and change. I’ll meet you there at 1:00PM. I promise. Thank you, Marley. You know how much I appreciate your help.” He hung up and shook his head. “The price we actors pay for success,” He looked up and saw Sue was awake. “Hey, how’s your head?”
Sue smiled weakly, head still pounding. “Okay. So you and Marley Winthrop are an item, huh? What awful things did she tell you about me?”
Flustered, Jake gazed out at the view of Central Park. “Nothing worth repeating.” He rose from the damask clad sofa. “She’s angry because I left her last night and she couldn’t reach my cell phone. I’d turned it off so as not to disturb you. Marley’s convinced I’m in bed with you.”
“Oh, this is scrumptious.” Sue laughed, feeling stronger. “I couldn’t have planned it better myself.”
“Hard feelings between you two?” He cocked his head. “As I’m in the middle, I’d like to know.”
“Marley’s family has been a pillar of New York society for decades. But, she is not dependable and has alienated many of the do-gooders,” Sue explained.
“And, you’re reliable ?”
“Depends. Anyway, through my Gran’s connections, I wound up replacing her on a couple of prestigious boards. Seems she’s determined to undermine me.”
“So, it’s not some squabble over men?”
“No,” Sue smiled coyly. “But it could be now that I’ve met you.”
They stared at one another for a long moment. Then Jake edged for the door. He shrugged. “I’m not a toy to be fought over.”
“Call me sometime,” Sue called after him. “You’ll like me even better when I’m sober.”
“Yeah?” he shouted. Jake closed the apartment door and bolted for the elevator.
Sue’s words, ‘Marley’s not dependable’, worried Jake as he race walked toward his place a few blocks away. Well, Marley, am I just another diversion for you?, What about all the evenings he’d “played” her charming escort to this soirée or that. And all the nights we’ve slept together. “Hardly the best lay I’ve ever had,” he sputtered , startling an older couple walking nearby.
Showered and dressed, Jake grabbed a cab for the theatre district. Having made a name for himself years ago in Rent off Broadway, he had risen through big time roles. But since the recession, good parts and successes were much harder to come by. His agent quit taking his calls, leaving him to his own devices.
This audition was vital – an opportunity to play lead in a new Andrew Lloyd Weber production. Jake couldn’t screw it up. But he couldn’t stop thinking about Sue and the heat of her attraction. I’m skating on razor thin ice between a couple of flighty trust funders at play. Jake’s last thought before smoothing his suede jacket and walking confidently into the audition.
Marley met him in the lobby. “I’ve been watching the others. You have an excellent chance,” she winked. She was right. He landed the part and fell more deeply into her trap.
Lying in bed with Marley that night, all Jake could think about was Sue. What harm could a phone call do? To see if she was still all right.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…………………
Watch for More Next Week:
Morning brings a reality check for Jake. Will he sell out to Marley?
Nan
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A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 4
After that dizzying collapse at her door, Sue awoke on her bed, supported by her familiar plush pillow farm. Jake bent over her applying a cold compress against her head, Art by his side. “What happened,” she whispered.
“You fell and bumped your beautiful noggin.” I called Art and he came right over. I think a trip to the ER is in order. He’s not as certain.”
“No. I’m fine.” Sue stumbled off the bed, and Art and Jake each grabbed one of her arms. “Whoa, my legs feel like Jell-o.”
Art smirked, “Bet your skull feels like Marley’s inside, playing a xylophone.”.
“Clever. Please, I’m sick, don’t mention the woman. Call Dr. Zeus.”
“Who?”
Art interjected, “a physician we know.”
“Yes. He could take a look. I don’t want to end up in the morgue…hey, I suddenly remember everything, meeting Jake, the cab ride. Oh, the singing cab driver, aspirin, quick!”
“Not sure about analgesics, but I’ll give the good doc a call. Probably busy after last night. For now, let’s walk, shall we? All together, and one, two, three.”
“Shut up, Art.” She looked at Jake Will. “Quite the gentleman. Thanks for sticking around.”
“Art’s right, walk.”
“Seems I’m out numbered.”
Fortunately,” Art sneered, “that Vera Wang dress is short and I suppose comfortable, so apropos a forced march.” After a long while, and eschewing coffee, Jake coaxed her to drink a Coke.
Slowly, the color returned to her face. “See, I’m walking and talking normally. All fixed. No need for Dr. Zeus.”
Art kissed her cheek, “Good night, I’ll call later. Coming Jake?”
“Nope. I’m sleeping on that lounge across the room.”
“Noble gesture. Sure you don’t play both sides of the street? No? Well, ta ta, I’ll let myself out.”
“Jake Will. Will you what? Be my hero?” Back on the bed, Sue snuggled into the pillows and in no time fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. .
Hours later, Sue squinted at a rude blast of sunlight and heard the deliciously gravelly sound of a male voice engaged in an intense phone conversation. Oh yes. She smiled ruefully. Jake Will, would-be superhero. She lay quietly and listened.
In the other room Jake defended his actions to a female fury. “Marley! How many times can I apologize? How was I supposed to know you know Sue Blu? Personally? She’s what? Oh, God. I didn’t know. Look, all I did was help her home. She hit her head and I ended up sleeping on a not so comfortable lounge to make sure she didn’t cop a concussion after. Okay, she was a tad high. But harmless to my virtue, believe me
“I’m well aware of that audition you set up for me. I’m leaving—now. First, a brief stop at home for a quick shower and change. I’ll meet you there at 1:00PM. I promise. Thank you, Marley. You know how much I appreciate your help.” He hung up and shook his head. “The price we actors pay for success,” He looked up and saw Sue was awake. “Hey, how’s your head?”
Sue smiled weakly, head still pounding. “Okay. So you and Marley Winthrop are an item, huh? What awful things did she tell you about me?”
Flustered, Jake gazed out at the view of Central Park. “Nothing worth repeating.” He rose from the damask clad sofa. “She’s angry because I left her last night and she couldn’t reach my cell phone. I’d turned it off so as not to disturb you. Marley’s convinced I’m in bed with you.”
“Oh, this is scrumptious.” Sue laughed, feeling stronger. “I couldn’t have planned it better myself.”
“Hard feelings between you two?” He cocked his head. “As I’m in the middle, I’d like to know.”
“Marley’s family has been a pillar of New York society for decades. But, she is not dependable and has alienated many of the do-gooders,” Sue explained.
“And, you’re reliable ?”
“Depends. Anyway, through my Gran’s connections, I wound up replacing her on a couple of prestigious boards. Seems she’s determined to undermine me.”
“So, it’s not some squabble over men?”
“No,” Sue smiled coyly. “But it could be now that I’ve met you.”
They stared at one another for a long moment. Then Jake edged for the door. He shrugged. “I’m not a toy to be fought over.”
“Call me sometime,” Sue called after him. “You’ll like me even better when I’m sober.”
“Yeah?” he shouted. Jake closed the apartment door and bolted for the elevator.
Sue’s words, ‘Marley’s not dependable’, worried Jake as he race walked toward his place a few blocks away. Well, Marley, am I just another diversion for you?, What about all the evenings he’d “played” her charming escort to this soirée or that. And all the nights we’ve slept together. “Hardly the best lay I’ve ever had,” he sputtered , startling an older couple walking nearby.
Showered and dressed, Jake grabbed a cab for the theatre district. Having made a name for himself years ago in Rent off Broadway, he had risen through big time roles. But since the recession, good parts and successes were much harder to come by. His agent quit taking his calls, leaving him to his own devices.
This audition was vital – an opportunity to play lead in a new Andrew Lloyd Weber production. Jake couldn’t screw it up. But he couldn’t stop thinking about Sue and the heat of her attraction. I’m skating on razor thin ice between a couple of flighty trust funders at play. Jake’s last thought before smoothing his suede jacket and walking confidently into the audition.
Marley met him in the lobby. “I’ve been watching the others. You have an excellent chance,” she winked. She was right. He landed the part and fell more deeply into her trap.
Lying in bed with Marley that night, all Jake could think about was Sue. What harm could a phone call do? To see if she was still all right.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…………………
Watch for More Next Week:
Morning brings a reality check for Jake. Will he sell out to Marley?
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Sue spirals downward when a cupid straight from rehab steps in
Now that the crush of holidays is over, I hope you will settle back and enjoy part 3 of A Tale from Eve's Garden.
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A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 3
The final vestiges of the glitz of Fashion Week behind them, Jake pushed wobbly kneed Sue into a waiting cab that crept slowly through noisy, crowded streets. “Whadyaknow, wheredaya go?” The cabbie grinned into his grimy mirror. “Or, just wanna drive around so youse can messa round?”
“God, no. I hardly know this man.” Sue blurted out her address. Not that she hadn’t found herself in similar circumstances before. She folded into her wrap, watching Jake from the corner of a bloodshot eye. Meanwhile, the cabbie crooned “New York, New York” off-key with a deep Jersey accent.
Jake gazed out the window on their drive uptown while Sue made a call on her iPhone. Jake remembered finer times when his name on the Broadway marquis invited theatre goers inside to see him, in the lead. I shouldn’t have done this. Always, trying to save the day when my livelihood is flapping in the breeze. What was I thinking! I should be back there, movin’ and shakin', kissing up to Marley. Momentarily glum and deflated, he glanced at Sue. What was her story? At great risk, he must know more about her.
“Marg Applegate, please.” Sue sighed. “Oh, why does Marg insist her PA go everywhere with her? Can’t she answer her own damned phone?" She modulated her tone into a purr. “Marg, Sue here. Sorry, dear, I must cancel plans for brunch at the Modern tomorrow. I anticipate a nasty hangover.”
She rolled her eyes at a glib retort. “Yes, among other things.” She clicked her nails on her purse. “My words are not slurred. Anyway. I adore Danny Meyer’s restaurants, as you know, but barfing up exquisite food in the oh-so-unique co-ed toilette salon there is too dreadful to contemplate. Yes, another time. Ciao.”
”Planning ahead, huh?” Jake grinned.
Staring hard at him, she replied, “Yeah, but not about you!"
What did that mean? Old securities creped in. We don’t have a future?
Sue jumped when the cab screeched to the curb beside her building. Who does he think he is? "I am not a pushover." The cabbie was still singing.
“You, a pushover? Never crossed my mind.” Jake reached for Sue’s hand to help her from the cab. Green eyes met blue again and the moment flashed neon electric.
“Glad to hear it.”
Turning quickly to hide a smile, Jake efficiently paid the singing cabbie and the two stood on the sidewalk.
Awkward. “Thanks for the rescue,” mumbled Sue. Now what?
“Oh, it’s not over yet. Coffee?”
Curiosity getting the best of her drunken state, she said, “Sure, why not?”
“I know we can find an all-night diner somewhere.”
“I’m hardly up for walking. Let’s stay here.”
Jake, feeling confident he would soon know much more about this intriging woman,led Sue to the door. He stopped. This woman’s trouble, like a lovely summer breeze blowing reality right outta my head.…
Meanwhile, in an alternate universe…
A recalcitrant cherub, Stupido Cupido, casually known as SC, played with strings on his bow. He hated rehab. This was his second stint. Porn addiction was an occupational hazard, it could happen to anyone. You guys not in the field don’t get it. All that romance we stir up; the resulting he-ing and she-ing. He merrily recalled the voluptuous blonde who invited her new found heartthrob to try out her round bed…
Dragged back into the moment, a booming voice rang in his ears. “Pay attention.”
“Geez, I thought I’d escaped punishment for my past crimes not to mention my Blue Tooth and Crackberry syndrome once I was dropped back here in the great beyond.”
“No jokes!” the voice bellowed. “This is your last chance pal. If you want to be a certified cupid, get back down there. We have a real people problem. Fix it before a deadly substance slides down the throats of one gullible guy and one disheartened gal into disaster!”
Bam!
In a wink, SC once again in human form lay sprawled across a recycle bin. What the heck? He struggled to his feet and grimaced when he looked down at his clothing. What’s up with this? he puzzled. Am I in Macy’s parade?
About that time, a man in a similar suit whirled around the corner, shouting “This is the last time I’m huntin’ you down. If you’re going to be a doorman, behave like one…get it!”
“Okay, okay,” SC said. “Doorman one-oh-one. Stay at the door. I knew that.” He ambled behind the taller man. “Uh, who are you, again?”
“Are you on drugs, buddy? I’m Roger Spot. I take the shift from 6:00PM to midnight. Oh, and in case you forgot everything else, your shift goes from midnight-meaning it started twenty minutes ago-till 9:00AM. Here’s the Rules sheet. Read it. Do it. Got it?”
“Sure thing, thanks.”
“Because of you, I’m late. My wife is always suspicious when I am late.”
SC frowned. Great, minutes into this new gig and I’m causing problems between a man and wife, not fixing romantic breakdowns. They’ll call me back to rehab in no time. "Arghhh."
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Bye, Shorty.” With a scowl and a shaking finger, the other doorman walked backwards, yelling. “Try to stay awake till the first shift relieves you.” Before he faded into the inky night, SC ran up and handed the man some bills.
“What’s this for?”
“I owe you for being late and all. Buy your wife some flowers.”
“Hey, thanks, was gonna stop by this all night grocer for some smokes, they got those bundled bouquets there. I’ll do that. Sorry I called you Shorty.”
“No biggie.” SC stepped cautiously inside the gilded wooden doors. A doorman, now there’s a perfect assignment. I already feel like a doormat. Gotta say it’s a nice place.
A yellow cab jerked to a stop. With a flourish, SC opened it, smiling. “Hello.”
Sue, still swaddled in a luscious Pashmina, said, “You’re new.”
“Yes miss, I’m SC, here to serve you.”
She must be tipsy to the max. Within seconds upon arriving home, time bent. She still wanted coffee but hadn’t she and Jake discussed that? No more Dom for her, no matter what vintage. Strictly Vive Cliquot from now on. About that craving for caffeine. Ah, Starbucks. “Nice, would you pop over to Starbuck’s and bring back a Venti Mocha?”
SC looked startled.
“Kidding.” She chuckled. “I know you can’t leave the door.” Then she tripped but the man with her, kept her from falling and, under SC’s vigilant stare, helped her into a waiting elevator. SC felt a familiar vibration. So, that’s the pair.
Inside, Sue and Jake rode in silence to the 16th floor. But that didn’t mean there wasn’t communication going on. Their brains and body parts cranked big time to the tune of primordial desire.
Regret soon slapped Sue with ice cold reality. I’m barely sober. I’m so tired I could cry. I don’t know Jake and I can’t always trust Art’s judgment. Her worldly, sophisticated persona crumbled. Stepping out of the elevator, staggering to her door, she unlocked it before an overwhelming dizzy spell sent her crumpling to the floor.
Watch for More Next Week:
Uptown girl falls for actor. What’s his role? superhero, super cad or sap?
Please visit my website and read more about my books
http://www.nandarnold.com
A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 3
The final vestiges of the glitz of Fashion Week behind them, Jake pushed wobbly kneed Sue into a waiting cab that crept slowly through noisy, crowded streets. “Whadyaknow, wheredaya go?” The cabbie grinned into his grimy mirror. “Or, just wanna drive around so youse can messa round?”
“God, no. I hardly know this man.” Sue blurted out her address. Not that she hadn’t found herself in similar circumstances before. She folded into her wrap, watching Jake from the corner of a bloodshot eye. Meanwhile, the cabbie crooned “New York, New York” off-key with a deep Jersey accent.
Jake gazed out the window on their drive uptown while Sue made a call on her iPhone. Jake remembered finer times when his name on the Broadway marquis invited theatre goers inside to see him, in the lead. I shouldn’t have done this. Always, trying to save the day when my livelihood is flapping in the breeze. What was I thinking! I should be back there, movin’ and shakin', kissing up to Marley. Momentarily glum and deflated, he glanced at Sue. What was her story? At great risk, he must know more about her.
“Marg Applegate, please.” Sue sighed. “Oh, why does Marg insist her PA go everywhere with her? Can’t she answer her own damned phone?" She modulated her tone into a purr. “Marg, Sue here. Sorry, dear, I must cancel plans for brunch at the Modern tomorrow. I anticipate a nasty hangover.”
She rolled her eyes at a glib retort. “Yes, among other things.” She clicked her nails on her purse. “My words are not slurred. Anyway. I adore Danny Meyer’s restaurants, as you know, but barfing up exquisite food in the oh-so-unique co-ed toilette salon there is too dreadful to contemplate. Yes, another time. Ciao.”
”Planning ahead, huh?” Jake grinned.
Staring hard at him, she replied, “Yeah, but not about you!"
What did that mean? Old securities creped in. We don’t have a future?
Sue jumped when the cab screeched to the curb beside her building. Who does he think he is? "I am not a pushover." The cabbie was still singing.
“You, a pushover? Never crossed my mind.” Jake reached for Sue’s hand to help her from the cab. Green eyes met blue again and the moment flashed neon electric.
“Glad to hear it.”
Turning quickly to hide a smile, Jake efficiently paid the singing cabbie and the two stood on the sidewalk.
Awkward. “Thanks for the rescue,” mumbled Sue. Now what?
“Oh, it’s not over yet. Coffee?”
Curiosity getting the best of her drunken state, she said, “Sure, why not?”
“I know we can find an all-night diner somewhere.”
“I’m hardly up for walking. Let’s stay here.”
Jake, feeling confident he would soon know much more about this intriging woman,led Sue to the door. He stopped. This woman’s trouble, like a lovely summer breeze blowing reality right outta my head.…
Meanwhile, in an alternate universe…
A recalcitrant cherub, Stupido Cupido, casually known as SC, played with strings on his bow. He hated rehab. This was his second stint. Porn addiction was an occupational hazard, it could happen to anyone. You guys not in the field don’t get it. All that romance we stir up; the resulting he-ing and she-ing. He merrily recalled the voluptuous blonde who invited her new found heartthrob to try out her round bed…
Dragged back into the moment, a booming voice rang in his ears. “Pay attention.”
“Geez, I thought I’d escaped punishment for my past crimes not to mention my Blue Tooth and Crackberry syndrome once I was dropped back here in the great beyond.”
“No jokes!” the voice bellowed. “This is your last chance pal. If you want to be a certified cupid, get back down there. We have a real people problem. Fix it before a deadly substance slides down the throats of one gullible guy and one disheartened gal into disaster!”
Bam!
In a wink, SC once again in human form lay sprawled across a recycle bin. What the heck? He struggled to his feet and grimaced when he looked down at his clothing. What’s up with this? he puzzled. Am I in Macy’s parade?
About that time, a man in a similar suit whirled around the corner, shouting “This is the last time I’m huntin’ you down. If you’re going to be a doorman, behave like one…get it!”
“Okay, okay,” SC said. “Doorman one-oh-one. Stay at the door. I knew that.” He ambled behind the taller man. “Uh, who are you, again?”
“Are you on drugs, buddy? I’m Roger Spot. I take the shift from 6:00PM to midnight. Oh, and in case you forgot everything else, your shift goes from midnight-meaning it started twenty minutes ago-till 9:00AM. Here’s the Rules sheet. Read it. Do it. Got it?”
“Sure thing, thanks.”
“Because of you, I’m late. My wife is always suspicious when I am late.”
SC frowned. Great, minutes into this new gig and I’m causing problems between a man and wife, not fixing romantic breakdowns. They’ll call me back to rehab in no time. "Arghhh."
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Bye, Shorty.” With a scowl and a shaking finger, the other doorman walked backwards, yelling. “Try to stay awake till the first shift relieves you.” Before he faded into the inky night, SC ran up and handed the man some bills.
“What’s this for?”
“I owe you for being late and all. Buy your wife some flowers.”
“Hey, thanks, was gonna stop by this all night grocer for some smokes, they got those bundled bouquets there. I’ll do that. Sorry I called you Shorty.”
“No biggie.” SC stepped cautiously inside the gilded wooden doors. A doorman, now there’s a perfect assignment. I already feel like a doormat. Gotta say it’s a nice place.
A yellow cab jerked to a stop. With a flourish, SC opened it, smiling. “Hello.”
Sue, still swaddled in a luscious Pashmina, said, “You’re new.”
“Yes miss, I’m SC, here to serve you.”
She must be tipsy to the max. Within seconds upon arriving home, time bent. She still wanted coffee but hadn’t she and Jake discussed that? No more Dom for her, no matter what vintage. Strictly Vive Cliquot from now on. About that craving for caffeine. Ah, Starbucks. “Nice, would you pop over to Starbuck’s and bring back a Venti Mocha?”
SC looked startled.
“Kidding.” She chuckled. “I know you can’t leave the door.” Then she tripped but the man with her, kept her from falling and, under SC’s vigilant stare, helped her into a waiting elevator. SC felt a familiar vibration. So, that’s the pair.
Inside, Sue and Jake rode in silence to the 16th floor. But that didn’t mean there wasn’t communication going on. Their brains and body parts cranked big time to the tune of primordial desire.
Regret soon slapped Sue with ice cold reality. I’m barely sober. I’m so tired I could cry. I don’t know Jake and I can’t always trust Art’s judgment. Her worldly, sophisticated persona crumbled. Stepping out of the elevator, staggering to her door, she unlocked it before an overwhelming dizzy spell sent her crumpling to the floor.
Watch for More Next Week:
Uptown girl falls for actor. What’s his role? superhero, super cad or sap?
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Fashion Week...Blue Eyes Meet Green and Turn a Socialite Purple with Rage!
Hello Holiday doers! Why not take a short break and read part 2 of "A Tale from Eve's Garden"?
Please visit my site for information about me and my books.
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A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 2
Fashion Week, NYC…
Ah, the glitz and frenzy of Fashion Week. Along with the changing leaves on the trees, came design changes for the well-dressed worldly wise woman.
In September of 2010, New York Fashion Week relocated to Lincoln Center, known by most as the home to the Metropolitan Opera house and American Ballet Theatre. Sue and other fashionistas were dazzled by the red carpet treatment and transformation of the events when they moved from tent to temple.
Sue and her tricked out pals were treated to front row seats for late breaking fashion news, rumors and gossip. And a jaundiced eyeful of rockin’ fashion, special events and major fashion shows.
Sue was sucked further into the fury by chum, Art McCoy. They had grown up together in the back country of Greenwich, CT. They knew each other well, probably two well.
“Heartless Art” she called her bisexual pal, dreadfully deceitful when called upon and dreadfully handsome. Good at opening more of those all important social doors, too.
Back in darkened rooms a litter of ill-gotten prescription drugs alluded to another less glamorous side. Art was a functioning addict with serious health problems. Fortunately, he, too, had money and resources to manage his Hotel California-style afflictions. Who cared. It was Fashion Week!
“So much drama and farce,” Sue lamented as Art flitted about at Mulberry’s after party. Sue’s silent table mate, a half empty crystal flute of Dom Perignon, was disappointing. Vintage 1921 you’re not. Unlike the two bottles recently auctioned at Christie’s for over $8,000. But you’ll do for now.
And then, everything changed when he walked in.
He was the type to turn heads, jaded and otherwise, including Sue’s. “OMG. My head is playing Broadway tunes,” Sue giggled. “I’m singing them, too.”
Socialite Marley Plaster, standing nearby, shot Sue a glare of disapproval and quickly looked away, in the direction of Mr. Head Turner.
Sue considered firing back with an unlady like gesture, but thought better of it. Enough! Time to leave. She’d never catch his eye, probably gay as Art besides. Sue stood up, way too fast.
Wavering on her Jimmy Choo’s, she began to fall forward when a strong grip on her arm pulled her back from the brink of severe humiliation. “Hello, I’m Jake Will,” he smiled, still gripping her arm. “It’s my experience stilettos and robust consumption of champagne don’t mix. You okay?”
“Of course, “Sue snapped, a defensive act to protect herself from anticipated rejection.
“Good” Jake stared directly into her eyes, but didn’t loosen his grip. “Green as gimlet.”
His words teased her earlobes. Her lips parted to invite a more intimate introduction but instead, she snickered. “Contacts.” Meanwhile, his baby blues gripped her tighter than his fingers, his warm, strong fingers.
Carelessly, she reached around his neck and ran her fingers through his dark sand color hair. His features were a symphony, his skin flawless and tan. The personification of summertime fun like sex on a sandy beach.
“You need fresh air.” Jake broke her reverie, nudging her toward a side door, and then outside onto the busy street.
Hmmmm. Another sensation sliced through her inebriation as the two tangoed forward, all the while maintaining a copulatory gaze fest. Several sensations, all welcome as old friends reunited after a long journey…
Marley Winthrop watched in disbelief as Sue and Jake danced out
Outside, night air temporarily worked its magic and Sue hesitated. “Wait. I don’t know you.”
“Excellent!” A familiar voice rang out from behind. Art burst out of the building with two male models. “I see you two have met.” Art scolded Sue, “Your purse, darling. Never leave Prada behind.”
“Thanks,” Sue said.
“No bother. I’ve been trying to get you two together for months. Frankly, I wanted Jake for myself, but,” he made a dramatic shoulder shrug and winked at his companions, “life doesn’t always work that way. Later.” The three men walked away on their own journey.
Watch for Part 3 in January of 2010. Happy Holidays!
Sue spirals downward when a cupid straight from rehab steps in.
Please visit my site for information about me and my books.
http://nandarnold.com/books.html
A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 2
Fashion Week, NYC…
Ah, the glitz and frenzy of Fashion Week. Along with the changing leaves on the trees, came design changes for the well-dressed worldly wise woman.
In September of 2010, New York Fashion Week relocated to Lincoln Center, known by most as the home to the Metropolitan Opera house and American Ballet Theatre. Sue and other fashionistas were dazzled by the red carpet treatment and transformation of the events when they moved from tent to temple.
Sue and her tricked out pals were treated to front row seats for late breaking fashion news, rumors and gossip. And a jaundiced eyeful of rockin’ fashion, special events and major fashion shows.
Sue was sucked further into the fury by chum, Art McCoy. They had grown up together in the back country of Greenwich, CT. They knew each other well, probably two well.
“Heartless Art” she called her bisexual pal, dreadfully deceitful when called upon and dreadfully handsome. Good at opening more of those all important social doors, too.
Back in darkened rooms a litter of ill-gotten prescription drugs alluded to another less glamorous side. Art was a functioning addict with serious health problems. Fortunately, he, too, had money and resources to manage his Hotel California-style afflictions. Who cared. It was Fashion Week!
“So much drama and farce,” Sue lamented as Art flitted about at Mulberry’s after party. Sue’s silent table mate, a half empty crystal flute of Dom Perignon, was disappointing. Vintage 1921 you’re not. Unlike the two bottles recently auctioned at Christie’s for over $8,000. But you’ll do for now.
And then, everything changed when he walked in.
He was the type to turn heads, jaded and otherwise, including Sue’s. “OMG. My head is playing Broadway tunes,” Sue giggled. “I’m singing them, too.”
Socialite Marley Plaster, standing nearby, shot Sue a glare of disapproval and quickly looked away, in the direction of Mr. Head Turner.
Sue considered firing back with an unlady like gesture, but thought better of it. Enough! Time to leave. She’d never catch his eye, probably gay as Art besides. Sue stood up, way too fast.
Wavering on her Jimmy Choo’s, she began to fall forward when a strong grip on her arm pulled her back from the brink of severe humiliation. “Hello, I’m Jake Will,” he smiled, still gripping her arm. “It’s my experience stilettos and robust consumption of champagne don’t mix. You okay?”
“Of course, “Sue snapped, a defensive act to protect herself from anticipated rejection.
“Good” Jake stared directly into her eyes, but didn’t loosen his grip. “Green as gimlet.”
His words teased her earlobes. Her lips parted to invite a more intimate introduction but instead, she snickered. “Contacts.” Meanwhile, his baby blues gripped her tighter than his fingers, his warm, strong fingers.
Carelessly, she reached around his neck and ran her fingers through his dark sand color hair. His features were a symphony, his skin flawless and tan. The personification of summertime fun like sex on a sandy beach.
“You need fresh air.” Jake broke her reverie, nudging her toward a side door, and then outside onto the busy street.
Hmmmm. Another sensation sliced through her inebriation as the two tangoed forward, all the while maintaining a copulatory gaze fest. Several sensations, all welcome as old friends reunited after a long journey…
Marley Winthrop watched in disbelief as Sue and Jake danced out
Outside, night air temporarily worked its magic and Sue hesitated. “Wait. I don’t know you.”
“Excellent!” A familiar voice rang out from behind. Art burst out of the building with two male models. “I see you two have met.” Art scolded Sue, “Your purse, darling. Never leave Prada behind.”
“Thanks,” Sue said.
“No bother. I’ve been trying to get you two together for months. Frankly, I wanted Jake for myself, but,” he made a dramatic shoulder shrug and winked at his companions, “life doesn’t always work that way. Later.” The three men walked away on their own journey.
Watch for Part 3 in January of 2010. Happy Holidays!
Sue spirals downward when a cupid straight from rehab steps in.
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