A Change of Heart (5 page)

"Congratulations about the baby," said Annabeth, "That's wonderful."

Chuck smiled, "Oh, yes, thank you."

"We'll just browse a bit and share a candy bar, if that's okay," said Annabeth.

"Well, sure.
 
Debbie, give these ladies a candy bar on the house."

"Thanks," said both women, and without consulting her, Maggie selected a Baby Ruth, neatly removed the wrapper, broke it almost evenly and handed Annabeth the smaller of the two halves.
 

"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Maggie, "Lindsey and Peter."
 
She reached over and hugged Annabeth and raced out the door toward her car so she could drive home in time to babysit her grandchildren as she did most afternoons.

Annabeth walked along, trying to make sense of Maggie's revelation.
 
Unfocused, she bumped into a cabinet sitting outside of Etta's Knick Knack Shop, and then walked through the door, hoping to see Etta's husband Rum, her carpenter-handyman.
 
"Doesn't your shop look lovely," Annabeth commented sincerely, looking around at the various cabinets filled with little figurines.
 
There was also a good selection of simple furniture built by Rum.
 

Etta, a solid and motherly looking woman, smiled, pleased at all the compliments.
 
"Rum's been busy making lots of pieces for the sidewalk sale Labor Day weekend.
 
I was going to call you.
 
I want you to paint some things to sell like you did that child's rocker you made for Frannie.
 
The kids just love that little rocker."

Annabeth smiled in return.
 
"I'm happy they enjoy it.
 
I do love painting on furniture but I could never paint anything to sell.
 
I'm not a professional, not a real artist.
 
I just do it for fun."

"Well, you think about it."

"Is Rum around?
 
I spotted some termites."

After discussing the problem with Rum, Annabeth walked to her car and turned the key, but the engine ground noisily without catching.
 
She turned it again and again, although her mind was on her husband.
 
R.J. needed more excitement, needed to feel more alive.
 
Maybe he was bored by her after all these years.
 
They'd been together since they were kids.
 
Maybe he needed her to look prettier or sexier.
 
On an impulse, Annabeth removed the keys from the ignition and climbed out of the car.
 
Not far from Gleason's was The Beauty Nook, and it wasn't busy at all.

In a matter of moments Annabeth sat in a chair, her hair freshly washed and she tried not to act self-conscious as Velma, the owner-operator, stared at her image.

"Don't see many women around here with such long hair."
 
Velma wore her hair quite short and it had been permed and highlighted.
 
She was stylish looking, in a hard, modern way, but she seemed to be competent.

"No, I've had hair down to my waist since high school.
 
Time I had a change, don't you think?
 
I'd like a soft look, something feminine and natural, not a 'do.'"

Velma dragged the comb smoothly through Annabeth's hair, then walked around her, viewing her from each side.
 
"Well, since you ask, I think yes, you need to cut it.
 
It's time.
 
And why don't we do a rinse to get rid of the gray?
 
It'll lighten your appearance."

Annabeth laughed.
 
"I wouldn't mind being a little lighter, that's for sure."
 
Of medium height and a bit overweight, Annabeth usually thought little of her physical appearance.
 
She wore on most days, skirts that she had sewn in pale cotton prints, soft knit tops, simple sandals or comfortable shoes. Her features were pretty, although she was no great beauty.
 
Her eyes, the best part of her face, were a vivid, sparkling blue.
 
Now she was forced to look at herself and she conceded that what she saw was pretty dull, a middle aged woman with long hair that was usually pulled back, no makeup, ordinary clothes.
 
"Okay," she said, "Let's do it."

It was amazing how little time it took, and as Annabeth walked down the street away from the salon, she glanced at her reflection in the windows of the shops she passed.
 
Velma had layered her hair and now it swirled around her face as she walked.
 
Although Annabeth protested it was too much, Velma had insisted she buy as a headband a slender scarf that was stiffened with a wire so a small rosette could be twisted into it.
 
It did look pretty, and it was nice to have her hair pulled off her neck.
 
And now when R.J. saw her again….

This time the car started, Annabeth drove toward home, and pulled into her driveway. Her sister Julie was waiting on the porch, and she waved her arms frantically as the car came to a halt.

"I've been waiting forever," complained Julie.
 
"I'm busy, you know and I have a lot to do.
 
I can't just sit on porches."

"Did I know you were coming?
 
I don't remember…"

"Well no, but I like you to be here when I come over.
 
I count on you."

"I'll give you a key if you want it," offered Annabeth, placing a motherly hand on Julie's shoulder.
 
"When did you get here?"
 
Annabeth glanced down at her watch.
 
It was two-fifteen.

"Oh I don't know, maybe two o'clock."

Annabeth shook her head at Julie's impatience as she opened the door.
 
"You poor thing, marooned on my porch for fifteen whole minutes.
 
Let me make you a cool drink."
 
Julie hadn't even noticed her hair.

"Would you make me some lemonade?
 
With fresh lemons?"

"Sure."
 
Annabeth led the way to the kitchen, and before long they were seated at the small table, drinking lemonade and eating homemade cookies out of an ancient Aunt Jemima cookie jar.

"I always loved to come home from school when you were baking these and I could have some warm from the oven.
 
Before Dad married Ginger and you ran off with R.J.."

"I know."
 
Annabeth smiled at Julie, observing the woman she was today, but seeing more clearly the little girl who had idolized her as the best big sister ever.

Julie sat quietly for a moment, eating cookies and drinking homemade lemonade.
 
"I heard about R.J..
 
And the divorce."

"We're only separated.
 
He told me he needed time alone but today Maggie said she'd seen him with some girl.
 
I hope I'm not upsetting you talking like this.""So what if you do divorce him.
 
You can spend more time with me.
 
Volunteer more.
 
Join clubs.
 
Be part of things.
 
Why don't you volunteer at the hospital or the nursing home?
 
You're so good with taking care of people."

"I love R.J., hon.
 
I don't want to divorce him.
 
I just hope he snaps out of this and decides he doesn't want to divorce me."

"Do you think that could happen?
 
I would hate to have Bobby leave me."

"I'm sure that will never happen.
 
Umm, hon?
 
Have you ever seen anything or heard anything about R.J.?
 
You know a lot of people…."

"There's always gossip about R.J.
 
People like to talk and he's always doing something stupid or trying to fleece someone.
 
But this isn't exactly news.
 
Oh, my goodness!
 
I'm almost forgetting why I'm here."

"What have you heard?"

"Oh gee, I don't know.
 
Nothing new I guess.
 
I have too much on my mind to pay attention to stupid gossip.
 
You know the Art and Craft Show? I'm co-chairperson, this year.
 
And I need your help!"

"If you hear anything from now on, will you please tell me?"

"Okay, sure.
 
Why don't you just throw yourself into helping me and maybe this mess will blow over."

"What do you need?"

"Oh you know, be a gopher, make calls, help sell shirts."

"Sure."

"Hey--did you finish my dress yet?"

"It's almost finished.
 
Want to come upstairs and try it on?"

They walked up the stairs and into Annabeth's bedroom where the sewing machine was always open and from an old trunk, painted with the usual embellishments, Annabeth pulled out a black linen sheath she was sewing for Julie, holding it up for inspection.

"Gee it looks great.
 
Let me try it on."
 
Julie tossed off her sundress and pulled the sheath over her head.
 
"Mmm, fits perfectly," she commented with pleasure, walking toward the mirror.

"Yes, you look wonderful.
 
Very sophisticated."

Julie walked back toward Annabeth, twirling once in a circle like a runway model, then she stopped to peer into Annabeth's sewing trunk.
 
She pulled out lengths of fabric, some pastel, some print.
 
Toward the very bottom she found a piece of soft rayon floral print, brightened here and there with gold thread.
 
"Oh I love this."

"Yes, isn't it pretty?
 
Laurel sent it to me from New Orleans.
 
I thought I might sew something to wear to Sally's..."

Before she could finish her comment, Julie had interrupted.
 
"Oh wouldn't I love some palazzo pants from this.
 
You could get more from Laurel, couldn't you?"

"I guess so."

"Oh, please!"

"All right, Julie, palazzo pants."

"Did I tell you that Ginger said to come to supper?"

"No you did not!
 
Tonight?"

"Yeah, tonight.
 
I told her you probably could make it."

"Well, thanks a lot."
 
Annabeth glanced at her watch.
 
Three-thirty.
 
There would be time.
 
"If I'm going to supper there, I'd better get into the kitchen and bake some of those orange-pecan muffins Dad likes so much."

"Oh, I love those too."

"Want to stay and help me?"

"I wish I could but I have to pick up little Bobby from his friend's.
 
But you could make an extra batch and bring them over tomorrow when you come to house sit for the cable man."

"Okay, sure."

By five-thirty, Annabeth was at her father's house, setting the supper table for her stepmother, Ginger, the basket of still-warm muffins on the sideboard.
 
At six, they sat down to eat, three adults at a table that was designed to seat eight people.

Will Copeland had consumed two of the muffins along with his baked chicken, canned asparagus and mashed potatoes made from a mix.
 

"Don't eat too many of those muffins, honey-pie.
 
Think of cholesterol.
 
I've got your father on a little diet," confided Ginger to Annabeth as though Will were not in the room.
 
"Since he retired, he's been gaining weight.
 
Despite all the extra golf."

"Mmm" assented Will, reaching for a third muffin before his wife could remove the basket to the kitchen.

"So you're getting divorced, we hear?" asked Ginger.

"What?" asked Will.

"Yes, Annabeth is divorcing R.J.."

"Was probably inevitable.
 
Surprised you didn't do it sooner," said Will, in between bites of food.

Annabeth blushed and looked down at her plate like a child caught in a misdeed.
 
She knew her father's views on R.J.
 
"No, we're just temporarily separated.
 
I'm sure it will all work out."

"Seems like misplaced optimism to me.
 
Nothing ever works out right with R.J..
 
I should look around at work and find you another guy.
 
Of course I already tried that once and you gave him away."

"Honey-pie!" said Ginger in her exaggerated way, "Women nowadays don't look for a new man when they get divorced.
 
They get a career first.
 
Annabeth will go back to school.
 
Or get a job.
 
She can go work in the law office with you."

"What?" said Will, clearly alarmed.

"You type, don't you honey?"