by Rae Davies
“I didn’t want to set my dog off.” Patsy stomped to the passenger door and yanked it open.
He slid into the driver’s seat. “Is something wrong?”
Her grandmother was a pushy, opinionated manipulator. “No, nothing’s wrong. I was just hurrying.”
Glenn gunned up the engine and roared out of town. The Dogwood Inn was about a thirty-minute drive. The roads were only marginally straighter than the ones Patsy and he had taken to Sauk City. She resumed her grip on the door loop.
“You hear from Sunrise yet?” Glenn swerved around a carload of kids, probably heading off somewhere to drink beer by the river.
“Not yet, but it’s the weekend. I suspect they don’t work weekends.”
“True enough. I bet you hear from them Monday though. The marketing manager sounded pretty pleased with the site.” He twisted up the volume of his CD player, filling the car with Pink Floyd.
Patsy gripped the loop tighter. They made the rest of the trip in relative silence with Glenn nodding along to the music and Patsy struggling not to fling the CD out the passenger window.
“Not much of a parking lot, is it?” Glenn’s little car bumped over a rut dried in the mud.
“There’s a gravel area over there.” Patsy pointed to a space near the Inn. “They haven’t been open real long, and before that, the place was deserted for about forty years. I guess they haven’t gotten around to paving.”
Glenn’s head bobbed as his car hit another rut and Pink Floyd repeated their lack of need for an education. “Guess not.” He flipped off the music—torture, whatever. At least it was off.
“Have you been here before?” Glenn held open the Inn’s door.
“Just once,” she replied, scanning the room. It was dark, not a lot of need for windows in old flour mills. The walls were rough-hewn lumber covered with pictures of area landmarks and wildlife. Patsy stopped to admire a watercolor of a rainbow trout.
“You think that’s the dinner special?” Glenn peered over her shoulder.
“They’re selling them. See.” Patsy pointed to a tag in the lower corner. “This was painted by a high school student from Sauk City. It’s good.” Will would love to have something like this for DaisyGal. Artwork would be a good addition to the site. Patsy fished a business card for the Inn out of a basket near the cash register. Maybe if she called the owner, she could get the student’s phone number.
A waitress directed them to a booth in the back. Patsy was looking over the menu when she heard a familiar voice.
“I have been dying to come here.” Jessica, looking annoyingly classic in a white halter and low cut jeans, flicked a length of auburn hair over her shoulder. “It’s so romantic, don’t you think?”
Patsy leaned out to get a better view of Jessica’s latest victim. Ruthann stood near the hostess station, searching the restaurant’s interior.
Patsy’s eyes narrowed. Traitor. What was she doing here with Jessica? She knew Patsy was coming with Glenn, and what about Randy? Why waste a romantic restaurant on trash like Jessica? Trampy trash.
Of course Patsy was here with Glenn, and that wasn’t romantic, but it was business and a celebration. They had every reason to go somewhere nice. Ruthann and Jessica could have stuck to the Hut.
Male laughter caused Trash and Traitor to swing around. Randy and Will walked up behind them.
“Should we get a seat?” In khaki pants and a polo shirt, Will looked dressed up compared to the other diners. He held his arm out to Jessica, who smiled and grabbed onto it like he was the last lifeline on the Titanic.
Patsy’s nails scraped the white tablecloth.
“I was just telling Ruthann how romantic this place is.” Jessica pressed her already compressed breasts against his arm.
Patsy gripped the edge of the table till her fingers turned white.
“Are you ready to order?” A black-aproned woman with bleached hair and a crooked smile poured water into Glenn and Patsy’s glasses.
“What’s good?” Glenn asked.
Patsy wasn’t hungry. She picked up her glass and stared at the two couples waiting at the front, focusing in particular on every treacherous movement of the front pair. Will was on a date with Jessica—a romantic date. Jessica laughed at something he said, and Patsy’s fingers tightened around the stem of her water glass.
“Patsy,” Glenn placed a cool hand on hers. “What do you want to eat?”
Patsy jerked her hand away, sending water flying across the table and onto Glenn’s face. The back of his head collided with the back of the booth in a disturbing thud. Horrified, Patsy jumped from her seat. The glass whirled off the table, spinning, end over end, the last few drops of ice water splattering their server, Patsy, and the floor in its dizzying journey. All eyes focused on Patsy as the glass crashed in a jagged mess a foot from her deceitful friends.
“So, you not ready to order?” The waitress flipped a sliver of goblet off her toe.
Patsy shook her head and attempted to become one with the booth, but the foursome had already sighted her. A small smile flitted across Jessica’s perfectly made-up face.
“Patsy, we didn’t know you were going to be here.” She sailed toward their table, towing a pale Will behind her. Ruthann and Randy were close behind.
“Hey, Patsy.” Her traitorous best friend risked a weak smile.
Patsy flicked an ice cube off the table, and watched with satisfaction as it soared toward Will. Almost instinctively, his hand shot up and snatched it out of the air.
“Sorry,” Patsy said with a complete lack of sincerity.
o0o
The ice cube melted in his fist. He held it, letting it melt and dribble through his fingers. What was Patsy doing here? And who was she with? Was she on a date? She couldn’t be. Ruthann would have known if Patsy had a date and where they were going. She wouldn’t have suggested the same place, would she?
But it certainly looked like a date.
Will shifted his gaze to the interloper with Patsy. What was he, a colossal Celt? Wrap him in furs, streak him with blue paint, and he’d pass as an extra from Braveheart. Big, burly, and blond. What was attractive about that? Will crunched the dwindling cube into splinters.
Jessica stroked his forearm, blathering on about something. “We should eat together. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
Eat together? With Patsy and the Celt? Will shook the melted ice off his palm.
Sure, why not?
o0o
Will smiled a slow, deadly smile and grabbed a chair from a nearby table. “Sure, why not?”
Maybe flicking the ice cube hadn’t been Patsy’s best impulse. She motioned to their small booth. “Too bad, there’s no room.”
“We could sit there.” Ruthann, the traitor, piped up, pointing at a round table pushed back in one corner.
“Perfect.” Will smiled the smile again, and something in Patsy’s stomach began to tremble. Why should she be nervous? She wasn’t the one on a date. Besides, they were just friends. He had no right to be angry. She was the one who should be angry—at the lot of them.
Grabbing Glenn’s hand, she tugged him out of the booth. “Come on. We’re moving.”
Glenn followed her to the table, a confused look on his face. “Are you going to introduce me?”
“Yes, Patsy, introduce us.” Even on a date with Will, the tramp couldn’t stop flirting with every Y chromosome in the room.
Patsy performed her duty. After they were all settled around the table, she hissed at Ruthann sitting next to her, “What’s going on? I told you I was coming here with Glenn. Why’d you bring them?” She darted her gaze across the table to Will and Jessica.
“Oh, did you mention you were coming here? I must have missed that.” Ruthann lined her knife and spoon up next to her plate.
Yeah, right. “What’s with the double date, anyway? You didn’t say anything about that.”
“It was a last-minute thing. I ran into Jessica after work, and she mentioned wanting to come here, and sin
ce you and Will aren’t dating, I didn’t think you’d care if we invited him along.”
Randy whispered in Ruthann’s ear, keeping Patsy from screaming a response. Ruthann set Jessica and Will up? Sure, Patsy wasn’t interested in him, but Jessica? And why would Ruthann consider going on a double date with her, anyway? Ruthann was Patsy’s friend. She had no business going out to dinner with the tramp.
Traitor.
Patsy reached for her water glass.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Will leaned across the table, removing her glass.
“Funny,” she replied in a dry tone.
“How do you know Patsy, Glenn?” Will sipped out of Patsy’s glass.
“We go way back. Right, Patsy?” Glenn’s arm wound along the back of her chair. “We met three years ago when she took some classes at UMR.”
“Really? I met her when she was seven.”
“Hell, I’ve known her since she wore diapers and drooled. You don’t hear me bragging about it.” Jessica wrapped her hands around Will’s arm. “Would you order for me? I just don’t know what I feel like tonight.”
Spandex-wrapped silicone?
Glenn’s hand cupped Patsy’s shoulder. “We’ve been working on a project together.”
“Really? So have we.” Will’s eyes glimmered.
Patsy elbowed Ruthann. “Give me your water.”
“Hmm?” The traitor turned a love-fogged gaze toward Patsy.
“Water.”
“Oh.” Ruthann handed her the glass and edged back toward Randy.
Love was sickening.
“Are you the friend Patsy was helping? What was it, some kind of website?” Glenn squeezed her shoulder.
What was he doing? When had he become so hands-on?
“She’s helped me with a lot of things. How about you?” Will countered.
“Could we discuss something else, or order?” Jessica waved her menu in the air.
“I hooked Patsy up with Sunrise. Looks like she may get a full-time job out of it.” Glenn flashed his teeth at Will.
Why did he say that? Patsy hadn’t told everyone about Sunrise yet, and this wasn’t how she’d wanted to do it. She shook off Glenn’s arm and joined Jessica in signaling the waitress.
“The mines?” A stunned look passed over Will’s face.
“The ones and onlys,” Glenn replied.
“You’re leaving?” Jessica dropped her menu. “How great.”
She was awfully chipper. “I haven’t had a job offer yet,” Patsy replied.
“She will, probably by Monday. Sunrise was impressed with her work.” Glenn held his water glass up in salute.
“This is good news. A toast to Patsy.” Jessica’s glass clinked against Glenn’s.
The blonde waitress approached, struck a match to the votive candle on their table, and pulled out a pad. “The specials tonight are…”
As the sharp odor of the spent match mingled with the pine-scented candle, Patsy stared into the two-toned eyes across from her. She was leaving. Now he knew for sure.
o0o
“What are you up to?” Patsy turned on Ruthann the instant the bathroom door closed behind them.
“Up to? I’m not up to anything.” Ruthann looked under the one stall in the room.
“You never go out with Jessica.”
“I like Jessica. You’re the only one with a problem with her.” She pushed the door open and scurried inside.
“I’ve never known you to go out with her before.” The reflection in the mirror revealed Patsy needed more than just a quick coat of lipstick. She dug out a compact to cover the flush on her cheeks.
“Well, times change, and with you leaving, I guess I’m going to have to find a new best friend.” The door to the stall rattled angrily.
“Is that it? Are you punishing me because I’m leaving?”
“No.”
“Then what?” Patsy snapped the compact shut and tossed it into her bag.
A mumble sounded from the other side of the door.
Patsy rapped on the stall. “What did you say?”
“I need toilet paper.”
“Why did you bring Jessica and Will here?”
“Patsy—” Ruthann whined.
Flipping open the only cabinet in the room, Patsy replied, “Sorry, fresh out. A good friend might sneak into the men’s room and get you some.”
Another mumble sounded from the stall.
“What’s keeping you two?” The door to the restroom flew open and Jessica sashayed in. “Will ordered chocolate mousse, and I can’t wait for him to feed it to me.”
Patsy stomped out of the bathroom. A teenager dressed in a dress shirt and tie paused with his hand on the knob to the men’s room.
“Excuse me, T.P. emergency.” Patsy pushed past him, yanked a roll of paper off the holder and trotted back to the women’s restroom.
“Here.” She flung the roll over the stall door and whirled out of the room.
Back at the table, things were quiet. Randy had formed a fascination with the gilt trim on his plate, while Glenn and Will seemed to be involved in a contest of who could look the most bored and disinterested—keeping their eyes on each other the entire time.
A cloud of tension, thick as mosquitoes at a riverside picnic, hung over the table. Patsy ignored it. She had her own problems. Men and their egos were such a pain. She didn’t know what was going on between Glenn and Will, but as far as she was concerned, it was their problem. She’d never done anything to lead Glenn on, and she’d been as upfront with Will as a person could be—without being downright insulting, that is.
They needed to grow up and get over it.
Now she was the one with problems. She watched as two of them walked toward the table.
Jessica was prattling about French braids versus French fries or some such nonsense. Ruthann trudged beside her, her gaze glued to her toes.
“The mousse arrive yet?” Jessica slid into place next to Will, again draping her arm around his.
Patsy was not staying to watch this. She hopped up from her seat. “Let’s go,” she ordered Glenn. With a raised brow at Will, he followed her.
The drive home was quiet. Glenn didn’t even push in his CD. Patsy stared out into the darkness, trying to think of anything other than what had happened tonight.
When they pulled into the drive, Patsy reached for the door. “Thanks for dinner.” Her words were hollow.
“Patsy.” Glenn placed his hand on her arm. She stared at it for a minute, like she didn’t recognize the body part or the message. “Patsy,” he started again.
She cut him off. “Listen, Glenn. I don’t know what happened tonight, but I just want to forget it. You’re a great guy, but I’m leaving, and there’s really no reason to pretend otherwise. Let’s just try to leave this as a nice evening between friends.” Nice evening; yeah, right.
He pulled his hand back. “Is it Will?”
Patsy shook her head. “No.”
He was quiet for a moment. The porch light Granny’d left on didn’t reach the car. In the darkness, she could only imagine his expression.
“I think you’re lying to yourself,” he said.
Why did people keep saying that? “Lucky for me then, I’m doing a damn good job.” She gave him a quick buss on the cheek and headed inside.
o0o
Patsy couldn’t believe Will had shown up with Jessica Saturday night and that Ruthann had arranged it. Maybe Patsy’d said she wasn’t interested in Will, but still, they didn’t have to flaunt their date in front of her. It was tacky.
Will shouldn’t be dating yet. It hadn’t even been a month since he and Patsy made love, and already he was replacing her. There had to be some kind of dating etiquette about that, like a waiting period. Six months seemed fair, maybe even twelve. Yeah, twelve; in a year, Will could do as he pleased, but any earlier was insulting.
Patsy slammed the kitchen junk drawer shut.
She needed pliers. The dai
sy basket was almost done. Dwayne had dropped off the flaps yesterday, but Patsy needed to attach them. She was on her way to the garage to find some when the phone rang.
The nasal accent on the other end of the line alerted her that this was the call she’d been anticipating. A knot leapt into her throat, making it difficult for her to answer. She croaked out her name and waited.
“This is Kelsey Masters, marketing manager for Sunrise Mines in St. Louis. We’re very impressed with your design.” There was a slight pause. “In fact, we’re in the process of setting up our own web team and thought you might be interested in joining us.”
Was she offering Patsy a job? What about an interview, more samples, references, a urine sample?
“I realize this may seem sudden, but you come highly recommended, and we have seen an example of your work.”
Patsy’s grip tightened on the flap.
“Of course, you may want to check us out before you decide. Should we set up a time for you to visit? You can meet the rest of the team, talk with HR, that kind of thing.” The woman paused as if expecting an answer.
“Yes, that sounds like a good idea,” Patsy managed to stutter out.
“Fabulous. I’ll tell the rest of the team to expect you Friday. Does that work for you?”
After setting a time and getting directions, Patsy hung up the phone. This was it. She had the offer. Any day now, she could be leaving Daisy Creek. Realizing she still gripped the basket flap, she relaxed her hand, leaving a perfect impression of a daisy pressed into her palm.
Chapter 18
Patsy stared out over Daisy Creek City Park.
After months of sticky heat, it was getting cooler. While Pugnacious rooted along the banks of the drainage ditch, Patsy rocked back and forth on an aluminum elephant.
The park was quiet. The pool had closed on Labor Day, and it was past family barbecue season.
People were home or shopping or gossiping at a friend’s.
In other words, life was as it should be in Daisy Creek.
She rubbed the elephant’s smooth aluminum trunk. His clown hat was faded, but he still bobbed and twirled on his giant spring base, just like he had when she was six.
She’d always loved this elephant, just like she’d always loved Daisy Daze.
