“Anna? Anna, are you okay?”I looked up as Barnett approached me. The concern in his tone and facial expression touched me, but I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks.“No,” I choked out.He wrapped me up in his arms and pulled me close.“I’m so sorry,” he said, rubbing my back. “That was a low blow of him, bringing up your brothers like that.”“Why do people even think that?” I sobbed into his chest. “There’s no way that their deaths could have been my fault.”“People just love to sensationalize everything—”“But why? Am I such a bad person that people would assume that even as a child I would do something so horrible?”“No, no, of course not.”“Then why?”“Because tabloid reporters are jackasses just looking to make a quick buck, no matter who it hurts. All we can do is learn to ignore them.”“But-but I can’t. I could ignore what they say about Charlie because it’s so ridiculous, but Michael…”I couldn’t finish that thought.“What?” Barnett asked. “What happen
I felt like a deer in the headlights. Even Bob seemed to take renewed interest in the conversation. Funny, considering that he didn’t care to know about my diagnosis when the doctor wanted to tell him. I knew that I had to give an answer, soon. The longer I waited, the more suspicious it would seem. I slipped my hand out from beneath Barnett’s and gave my full attention to Thaddeus. “Yes and no, Chuck,” I began. “Yes, in that I did have a health scare that night when some stomach pains from stress became too much for me to handle. No, in that it turned out to be nothing.” “Are you sure?” Thaddeus prodded. “The timing is awfully coincidental—” “It did happen at the same time that Bob and I decided that we were going to divorce, which led to many life-altering changes for me. However, the stomach pains themselves were nothing to worry about. I am perfectly fine.” The corner of Thaddeus’s lip faltered, as though that wasn’t the answer
I hardly slept that night, thinking about how I had lied to Lily and Barnett. By the time my alarm went off the next morning, I had only gotten a collective three hours of sleep, if that. Fortunately, I was able to cover up my lack of sleep with makeup. I walked through the door to Arthur’s office just in the nick of time. “Cutting it close, my little fan girl,” Arthur teased as I approached him. I rolled my eyes but smiled. “I had a rough night.” “I bet. After the first time I did Chuck’s show, I couldn’t sleep for a week. All I could do was think about everything I did wrong.” “You, the wonderful Arthur Stardust, did something wrong?” “Oh, trust me, I did a lot wrong. My outfit was only the beginning.” I laughed as I set out Arthur’s makeup for the day. “Remind me to look that clip up.” Arthur groaned and covered his face dramatically. “Please, don’t. That first episode was nearly career-
I watched as Barnett scooped a bite of the Spanish almond cake into his mouth, smiling at Julia. My blood boiled. I could not believe that Barnett had gone to dinner with that she-devil, just because he and I had had another disagreement.I all but leapt to my feet and charged over to their table. I would not let this afront go unanswered.“Anna, where are you going?” Arthur called after me, but he did not dare follow me.At the sound of my name, both Barnett and Julia raised their heads. Julia smirked around a bite of Tarta de Santiago. Barnett lowered his fork back to the plate.“Anna, what are you doing here?” he asked as he wiped cake away from the corner of his lips.“I could ask you the same question,” I replied, my hands on my hips.“I’m just having dinner and a little dessert,” he said. “Nothing wrong with that, is there?”“There is when you’re eating with the ex that you swore you had nothing to do with anymore.”Julia swallowed and huffed at me.“I don’t think that’s any of
Everyone stared at me as the vomit dripped from my mouth and onto the floor at Arthur’s feet. I watched, mortified, as Arthur slowly stood up, hands at his side. He walked over to me, and I closed my eyes just as he put his hand on my shoulder.“Anna, are you okay?” he asked, his words quick and panicked.I opened my eyes to look up into his. He stared at me with genuine concern. I nodded my head, only for more vomit to attempt to make its way up my esophagus.Fortunately, I was able to swallow it back down.“I’m fine,” I croaked.“Are you sure?” he asked. “Because I just asked if you were fine, and after you said that you were, you threw up all over me.”He laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood, but I could tell that he was in way over his head.“I’m fine. We need to get you cleaned up and changed for The WWWs—”“I’m not going to The WWWs.”I gawked at him, and everyone around us stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to elaborate or say that it was a joke. His expression sho
“I love you, Anna,” Arthur repeated.He stared at me expectantly, waiting for an answer. His eyes widened, and they reminded me of the doe eyes that my brother Michael used to give me when we were children and he wanted to get something from me. It made my stomach churn, and I almost vomited all over again.How was I to respond to that? He saw how I responded to Barnett being with Julia the night before; did he think that my feelings could be changed so easily? Or was he really so blind to what all that had meant?I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Arthur was not just my boss; he was one of my closest friends. I didn’t want to lose what we had.At the same time, I couldn’t lie to him and say that I returned his affections. I loved him, but like a brother—like the brothers that he reminded me so much of. I couldn’t lead him on.I could tell by the way his brow furrowed that my hesitation was already causing him doubt and upset feelings. I had to give him an answer, and quickly. I plac
I clutched the phone tighter as my heart raced. It took me a minute to answer, but I finally got up the courage. “Hi Celeste, this is Anna Leonard.”“Oh, hi Ms. Leonard. We’ve been trying to reach you for a follow-up appointment.”The gremlins clawed at my stomach, and I moved closer to the bathroom. I managed to keep the vomit down on the ride home, but I wasn’t sure I could continue to do so.“Mrs. Leonard?”I leaned against the wall. I’d been a coward, but I couldn’t keep avoiding this. “I’m here. I’m just calling to make that follow-up appointment.”“Great, we’ll get you booked in right away.” I could hear typing on the other end of the phone. “Okay, how is a week from today?”“That works.”“Does a morning appointment work for you?”I told her it did, and she booked me in for an early slot. As much as I wanted answers, I still had responsibilities. I’d have to pick myself up and get back to work, regardless of what I found out. Arthur and all the rest of my clients would be expect
The rest of the week went by, and I didn’t see Barnett once. I even went to Stand Up a few times, but he wasn’t there and the man at the desk said he hadn’t been around in a while. I hadn’t heard from Lily either and I couldn’t help but worry. What if she somehow dug up the truth, even with doctor-patient confidentiality? I knew she’d tell Barnett what she found, if he even still cared to know, and I didn’t want that.I knew they’d be mad at me for not telling them, but even if they couldn’t see it, I had a good reason. I didn’t want them to worry about me, and I didn’t want my last weeks and days to be concerned about my cancer. Time was already running out for me, and I wanted–no, needed–to make the most of every second I had left.The day of my appointment arrived, and I woke up nauseous from the nerves. The feeling followed me as I dressed and got everything together for my clients. I took my Corolla for the added privacy and drove to the doctor’s office.I was a little early, but