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Chapter Eight
I was miserably stiff and sore when I awoke the following morning.
I was, once again, alone in soft folds of his enormous four poster bed. This time there was a note on the pillow next to me. There was no clock in the room, but I sensed it was late morning. Grabbing the note, I slid out of bed and hobbled over to the window. I smiled as I peeked from behind the thick, drawn drapes. The sun was just beginning to climb over the horizon. The dark clouds had parted, somewhat. It looked like the sun was finally going to grace us with some of its brilliant rays.
The roads had been plowed sometime in the night and a man was busy clearing Nevi’s circular driveway and sidewalks with an industrial sized snow blower. Seeing me, he stopped the blower and stared up for what I considered a rude length of time with a ridiculous smirk on his face. Nevi had raised the flame of the fireplace and the room was nice and toasty. It was so much so that I hadn’t felt chilled when
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The incessant ringing of my cell phone pulled me, reluctantly, from my slumber. My first thought was to wonder why my phone continued to ring instead of redirecting the caller to voice mail. I was going to have to call my cell phone provider and ask them just that.“What?” I snapped as I held the phone to my ear.“Gracious, dear, is that any way to answer the telephone?” my mother asked.“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, “I’m not quite awake.”“It’s after ten. I thought you’d be working. Isn’t this your day to work the breakfast shift?”“I have some time off,” I replied, hoping she wouldn’t ask me why. Before she had a chance I added, “Complements of Ollie.”“Well, that’s a pleasant surprise. This works out wonderfully. I’m throwing a small dinner party and I need you to come help me host it,” she said.
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The valet at the country club smirked as he climbed into my beat-up Mazda. What a snob club valets can be. I’d considered driving Nevi’s far more presentable Volvo to the party, but felt uncomfortable about over stepping my privileges with it. I was sure he meant that I drive it to my house and back to his again; not around the countryside and especially not to a party he wasn’t invited to. I felt bad about his lack of invitation. I almost invited him to join me, but thought better of it. It was a little too soon for him to meet the family. Besides, my mother was up to something and I didn’t want to complicate things by introducing Nevi to the mix.I squared my shoulders, tossed my head up high, and started toward the club house entrance. I imagined I was on the Red Carpet at an awards dinner and walked the most regal walk I could muster. The arrogance of the valet was exactly why I was so determined to make it on my own. Most of the employees at
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