SUMMER
FIRE
by
Gennita Low, Stacey Mosteller, R.J. Lewis, L. Wilder, Victoria
Danann, Kym Grosso, Cat Miller, Mimi Barbour, Clarissa Wild,
Teresa Gabelman, Linda Barlow, Helen Scott Taylor, Victoria James,
Mona Risk, Patrice Wilton, Joan Reeves, Danielle Jamie, Terri
Marie, Lorhainne Eckhart , Brandy L. Rivers, Nicole Blanchard
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Excerpt :
from "A Season in Gemini" by Victoria Danann
from "A Season in Gemini" by Victoria Danann
Garland
pulled up in front of her building, grabbed the rolling suitcase with
essential stuff, smiled at Max, the doorman, and gave him the car
keys so that he could have the car parked in a two thousand dollars
per month garage spot nearby. She might not use it again for weeks,
or even months, but it was nice to know she could.
“I’m
home!” She took a deep breath and called out to anyone who might be
in the flat. Since it was Sunday that would probably be either her
father or no one.
She
walked the length of the kitchen and beyond to a small, but elegant
and sunny breakfast room that overlooked Central Park and was rarely
seen by anyone other than the two living St. Germaines and staff.
“I
say, ‘I’m home!’”, she repeated as she flopped into a chair
opposite where her dad was having coffee and reading the paper.
David
St. Germaine looked over the top of the Wall Street Journal. “So I
see.”
“Wow.
Welcome home.”
He slid
a section of the Sunday Times toward where she sat across the glass
top table. “I second the ‘wow’.”
Before
looking down at whatever he wanted her to see, she could tell that he
was the farthest thing from happy. When she’d seen him two days
before at graduation, he’d been delighted. He and his date for the
day. Garland didn’t remember her name. There was no point. Her
father rarely saw women more than once.
On the
cusp of fifty, he was still handsome, with a little silver above his
ears and a tan that never faded completely because he made a point of
sailing twice a month, when weather and business permitted. He’d
been referred to as ‘eligible bachelor’ in the, ahem, society
pages more than once, but Garland doubted the veracity of that claim.
Since her mother’s death, he hadn’t given anyone reason to think
he was ‘eligible’.
Garland
tore her eyes away from his scowl, not his most attractive
expression, to look at the paper in front of her. The front and
center color image was none other than herself wearing a short
sparkly dress that had ridden far too high as she fell backwards
spilling a colorful beverage when she went sprawling into the laps of
laughing friends.
The
headline read, “Germane Enterprises Princess Out on the Town.
Daddy’s little girl lets her hair down and her skirt up.”
As she
stared at the page, her father said, “Nice dress,” in a tone
dripping with sarcasm.
Without
looking up, she said quietly, “We were just having some fun. We
just graduated…”
“How
many times have I told you that what you do reflects on me? And, by
extension, on Germane Enterprises?”
She met
his glare. “Thousands.”
“That’s
right! Thousands. You would think a girl capable of graduating
Dartmouth summa cum laude would get it after mere dozens of times.”
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