A quick recap: I am currently working on a writing project with
my twitter friend Karla Nellenbach. We each take a turn writing up a
part of the story and passing the baton back and forth. Here is the my
next installment. When we last left Harper and Grace, Harper had just showed up at Grace's with latte's and bagels and announced they were going shopping. Let's see how it went.
Once in the car and on their way, Grace tried keeping up a steady
stream of conversation that she and Harper both seemed to need. She talked about the outfit she’d already
had picked out for Harper in her head.
She mused on stopping at the bookstore for the latest Karla Nellenbach novel. With forced enthusiasm, she tossed out the
idea of lunch and maybe hitting the spa after for mani/pedi's all around.
It didn’t seem to matter how hard she tried, that big
elephant was there with them, riding shotgun right along with Harper.
Once at the mall, Harper dove right into shopping by pulling
Grace to the shoe department inside of Nordy’s. They oohed and ahed over designer shoes, one
of Grace’s favorite past times. Harper
insisted Grace model every shoe in her size and even selected a pair for
herself without Grace once having to badger.
When they finally made it to the clothing section, Harper
was like a dynamo, bulleting through the racks grabbing shirts and pants on her
way to the dressing room. Again, they
tried on what appeared to be every article of clothing in the store Once the marathon shopping session was over,
they decided to fore go the spa and head out to lunch. Choosing a Mexican restaurant they both liked
found them sitting down to chips and salsa within minutes.
With a chip in one hand, Grace looked Harper in the eye for
the first time that day, and announced, “Truman was waiting for me when I got
home last night.”
“I heard.”
Scooping up salsa, Grace hesitantly asked, “Did he tell you
what we talked about?”
Harper’s chip froze midway to her mouth. “No.”
Grace looked down at her hands and started shyly, “It was
actually a pretty interesting conversation.” Or at least it had been once she
convinced him there was nothing wrong between her and Harper. He had been like a dog with a bone regarding
that one.
Harper leaned forward and grabbed Grace’s arm with a bracing
grip. “What did you say to him,
Grace? You didn’t say anything about…”
But she couldn’t finish it, and before she even tried, she realized by the
change in Grace’s features that she had been completely off base.
Sitting back in the booth to distance herself from Harper,
Grace took in her friend’s expression.
Harper was scared and breathing fast, and if she wasn’t mistaken, that
damned elephant had just joined them at the table. Sliding her arm away from Harper’s grip,
Grace tried to get them back to even ground.
“Actually, he asked me out for tonight. “
The excitement she had felt last night, which had already been
tempered by the situation with Harper, seemed to lose more of its sparkle. She wanted to be happy that Tru had finally
asked her out, but was feeling guilty that she could feel this way when there
was all of this shit going on with Harper.
Not that Harp was copping to any of it.
Nope, Harper was running herself ragged, acting very un-Harper like in
order to convince Grace that everything was fine.
Harper smiled.
“Grace, that’s great. Finally,
right?”
Since it was now her turn to act normal Grace tried to
summon a smile and answered, “Yeah, he took me by surprise with that one.”
“Where are you going?”
“A party, I think.” Grace
didn’t miss the way Harper bowed up at the word party, and wanted to kick her
own ass. As much as Harper might insist
that nothing happened, it was becoming more and more clear something had.
“What time is he picking you up?” Harper forced the words out.
While she was saying all of the right things, Grace felt as
if she and Harper were putting on a show for each other. Wanting to lean across the table and shake
her friend, she sighed and answered, “Seven-thirty.”
The tension at the table was thick and rising. In a moment, Grace was sure they would both
be choking on it. Before she could
comment on it, the waitress was there with their lunch orders. Grace fell on her chicken verde, thankful for
something else to focus her attention on.
They sat, pushing their food around before Harper said
softly, “I'm really happy for you. Tru
asking you out and all. I know how long
you’ve wanted this.”
Grace looked up with a smile. “Yeah.”
“But I don’t want you to get hurt either, so just be
careful. He’s my brother and I love him,
but he is still a guy.”
Grace put her fork down and cocked her head. “Harper, I don’t think he’s going to declare
his undying love for me or anything like that.
But he did say he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about me since our
trip to Lake Geneva.”
Harper snorted her disbelief. “Listen Grace…” But that was as far as she got
as something caught her attention on the other side of the restaurant.
Turning, Grace saw Mr. Haas had just entered with a blond
clinging to his arm. They were both
windblown from the frigid temps outside and laughing with each other. In a casual move, he pushed his sunglasses to
the top of his head and leaned in to nuzzle her.
In a move more reflex, Grace raised her hand to flag
down the popular teacher before realizing the implication and cringing
inside. Turning her attention back to
her friend, she saw Harper frozen in place. Eyes full of remorse, Grace
mumbled a quick apology before turning her attention back to the couple making
their way to the table.
Smiling, he was halfway to their table before his eyes
locked on Harper and Grace didn’t miss the hitch in his stride. Eyes wide and wild, Harper looked everywhere
but at the music teacher.
Smoothly, Grace stood and shook hands with the blond who
introduced herself as “Bambi.” They
exchanged a few words, and Grace plastered a phony smile on her face while she
made small talk. Nothing happened at the party, my ass.
Mr. Haas spoke to Harper directly as they were leaving,
telling her to enjoy the rest of her winter break, and the rest of her lunch,
but it was clear that he was no more comfortable around Harper than she was
around him.
Calmly, Grace sat back down and picked up her fork. She was furious. Furious with Harper. Furious with Mr. Haas. Furious with this deception she was helping
Harper perpetuate. Something had clearly
happened between the two of them. But
this was Harper’s game, so they were going to have to play it out. Looking her friend directly in the eye, she
asked, “Bambi? Can you even believe
that? Who names their kid Bambi? Do you think she’s a stripper or something?”
Okay tell us what you think. We can take it. And don't hold anything back. Come back Thursday, when Karla updates us on the next installment. Trust me, it is getting good!
4 comments:
Never trust a man who dates a bimbo named "Bambi." ;)
Y'all are going great guns on this--can't wait for the next installment!
I agree with Linda. If I didn't hate Haas so much before, I'd dislike him simply for the fact that he consorts with strippers, and not classy ones ;)
the plot thickens as bambi gallops onto the scene....
can't wait for the next post!
I often call drivers who cut me off Bambi, Barbie or Skippy, depending on my mood, so this had me rolling o the floor.
As for Harper, she needs to spill her guts and soon or I may shake her myself.
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