Certainly Sensible
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Authors: Pamela Woods-Jackson
Tags: #Contemporary,Women's Fiction,New Adult,Family Life/Oriented
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Caroline felt terrible for her sister,
but Allie had been so secretive about what had actually happened with her and Mark, and now she wanted answers. “All this started July third. You have to tell me what happened.”
Allie grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. “He told me he thought I was getting too serious.”
“That doesn’t sound unreasonable.”
Allie put the chilled water bottle to her throbbing temples
.
“I told him I was falling in love with him.”
Caroline groaned, her worst fear realized. “Love? You barely knew him, Allie.”
“But we’d spent practically every waking minute together since we met. He told me…or he let me believe…” Allie broke off with a sigh.
“He said he was too worried about his dad’s money problems to get involved in a relationship.” Allie laughed a humorless laugh. “Can you believe that? Money problems? We live in a tiny house, no money, no school…”
Caroline gave that some thought. “It sounds like a lame excuse, like he wasn’t really that into you.”
“Starving artist—that’s what he called me,” Allie said with tears streaming down her face.
“Oh.” Caroline was finally seeing the big picture, and she didn’t like the view.
“I just thought he needed more time,” Allie said with a sniffle, “but I guess what he really needed was someone to bankroll his family’s debt.”
“And when he heard the name Benedict, he thought that was you. Then he found out you didn’t have a trust fund, so he moved on to a richer woman—Misty Peterson.”
Certainly Sensible
by
Pamela Woods-Jackson
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Certainly Sensible
COPYRIGHT © 2015 by Pamela Woods-Jackson
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Publishing History
First Sweetheart Rose Edition, 2015
Print ISBN 978-1-5092-0450-2
Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-0451-9
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
To Robert, Faith, Tom,
and my real-life Caroline,
who graciously allowed me to borrow her name.
Chapter One
Caroline Benedict had just walked into her boss’s office late in the day when her phone pinged with yet another text message. She pulled her phone out of the pocket of her blue blazer and quickly glanced at it.
Mom’s message this time merely read —
Call me ASAP!
— Her sister Megan’s was more detailed. —
Mom’s in a funk so be prepared when you get home from work. And no way Mom’s cooking tonight, so bring home a pizza.—
“Do you need to take that?” Richard asked as he looked up from his laptop.
Caroline slipped the phone back into her pocket, smoothed out her black dress slacks, and checked to make sure her hair was still neatly tied in place. Even though it was late afternoon, she wanted to look her best for the boss she admired so much. She smiled at Richard and shook her head. “Stuff going on at home, but I think I know what it’s about. So you wanted to talk about…?”
Richard leaned across his desk and smiled at her a bit too long. “Oh, yes, sorry, about this week’s Hamilton Hardware ad…”
Caroline sat down in the chair opposite Richard’s desk and gave him her full attention. Whatever was going on at home could wait.
****
Her eldest daughter still wasn’t answering. Susan tossed her cell phone on the step as she sank onto the bottom stair of the mansion’s entry hall and buried her head in her hands with a moan.
“Hi Mom!” Megan, her youngest, slammed the front door and walked across the large entryway to where her mother was sitting. She carelessly tossed her unzipped book bag on the floor with a thud, its contents partially spilling out onto the marble tile. “Mom, hello?” She waved her hand in front of Susan’s face. “And why was Dad here?”
Susan was reeling from the shock, dizzy and disoriented. She heard her daughter speaking, but it was as if she herself was in a tunnel and nothing but muffled sounds were coming through. Susan slowly lifted her head to see Megan staring at her, hands on her hips, waiting for an answer. She tried to clear her head. “What?”
Megan untucked the blouse of her school uniform and kicked off her loafers. “Dad. Just now. He was backing out of the drive as my bus dropped me off. What did he want? And why are you just sitting here on the stairs?” Susan didn’t move, didn’t respond. “Mom? Are you even listening to me?”
Susan looked dully at her daughter’s
Willowby Preparatory School
day planner on top of an art tablet that had tumbled out of the overburdened schoolbag. It took all her strength just to fight back the tears.
“Your father just got remarried,” she said at last. “He and Sharlene eloped to Las Vegas last weekend.”
“Huh. Well, that’s lame.” Megan shrugged. “Did you call Caroline yet? I’ll bet she already knows.” Megan nonchalantly pulled the ponytail holder off her wrist and tied back her long blonde hair.
Susan nodded and swallowed hard. “I sent her a text. She’s probably in the middle of something at work.”
Megan rolled her eyes. “That’s not work; that’s Caroline pining for Richard.” She picked up Susan’s phone off the bottom step and checked for messages. “Nope, nothing.” Megan handed it back to Susan. “But seriously, Mom, you and Dad have been divorced for three years. What’s the big deal?”
Susan rubbed her throbbing temples as she tried to focus on what Megan was saying and bit her tongue to keep from screaming something profane about her ex. She didn’t want to ruin what little relationship Megan still had with Daniel by telling her about their conversation. She first wanted to discuss it with Caroline, certainly the most sensible of her three daughters.
Megan had spent so little time with her father after the divorce anyway. Caroline and Allison were young adults, but Megan was still a teenager and craved his attention. Yet Daniel always managed to find an excuse to avoid spending time with her. “I have a dinner meeting tonight,” he frequently told her, or “I’m sorry, Megs, but Sharlene and I are going out of town this weekend.” Eventually Megan quit asking him if she could visit.
Susan couldn’t bring herself to go into detail about the conversation she’d just had with Daniel—if she could call his one-sided announcement a conversation—and she needed time alone to process it. “There’s a little more to it than just his marriage, Megs, but right now I’m going to take a hot bath and try to let this all sink in.” She gripped the handrail tightly for support and started up the winding staircase.
“Let all
what
sink in?”
Susan took a deep breath, turned to face Megan, and tried to sound cheerful. “How was school?”
Megan glared at her mother. “It was
school
. And quit changing the subject. What did Dad want?”
“Any homework?”
Megan narrowed her eyes. “Yes, Mom, I have homework. Stop stalling. Why are you so upset?”
Susan paused, wondering if she should just tell Megan what her father had said. She thought better of it, at least for the moment. “You’d better get busy on that homework, since your grades have been falling this semester.”
“I’ve got a new art project!” Megan exclaimed.
“Megan, art class aside, you know you’re on probation there, and your dad said…” Susan shook her head. “Well, I guess you could go to Belford High School.”
“What are you talking about? I have to stay at Willowby because of the art program, Mom. Remember?”
Susan just nodded as she walked upstairs to her room. Life would never be the same, not that anything had been normal since Daniel left. She quietly shut the door and collapsed onto her bed in tears of frustration.
****
Sharlene waited in the car while Daniel had his “discussion” with Susan. She happily imagined the changes she would make to the house once she took possession of it: replace the carpet with wood flooring, of course, and fresh paint in every room, just for starters. Then she would order new furniture and throw out everything Susan and Daniel’s daughters didn’t take with them.
Draperies!
Tear down those hideous curtains Susan picked out years ago and replace them with something light and airy.
Sharlene began imagining the first dinner party she would hostess for Daniel’s friends and business associates, all from Belford society’s A-list, once all the redecorating was done. Then there was that piano, right in the middle of her formal living room. What to do with that?
Daniel opened the driver’s side door and, without looking at her, got in and started the engine. He checked his rearview mirror, shifted into reverse, and backed his late model Lexus out of the driveway, narrowly avoiding a collision with the surprised school bus driver. Sharlene gripped the seatbelt as Daniel put the car in drive and sped down the street, but she didn’t have time to fasten it as the car lurched ahead.
“Daniel, darling, slow down.” She reached for the door handle as the Lexus careened around a sharp curve, tossing her against the door and nearly banging her head on the passenger-side window. “Daniel? Did you hear me?”
He muttered a few expletives under his breath and slammed on the brakes, this time nearly catapulting his wife into the dashboard. “I heard you, Sharlene, but this isn’t right! My family…”
Sharlene smoothed the skirt of her expensive, green, polished cotton suit and hastily fastened her seatbelt. “Darling, don’t forget—
I’m
your family, now.”
He turned on his hazard blinkers. “This isn’t easy, you know.”
“But Daniel, it’s been three years! And you’ve been more than generous, darling. Private school tuitions and thirty-six very large mortgage payments, all while your ex-wife and daughters lived for free!” Sharlene looked over at Daniel to gauge his reaction.
Daniel sighed. “That was in the divorce settlement.” He turned on his signal, put the car in drive again, and drove more slowly down the wide residential street. It was lined with stately oak trees in front of executive-style mansions, all with perfectly manicured lawns, similar to the one his ex-wife and daughters would soon move out of.
Sharlene didn’t have time to admire her soon-to-be new neighborhood, though. She smiled sweetly and adjusted her tone. “You really only agreed to pay the cost of public college, Daniel, but it was generous of you to let them stay in the house a while longer, and to pay for private schools for your daughters.”
Daniel shrugged as he waited his turn to enter the roundabout. “You know I can afford it, so why does it matter where the girls go to school?”
It mattered to Sharlene, because when she married a wealthy man, she wanted access to all his money. “But Daniel, darling, Megan hasn’t been doing well at that expensive prep school you pay for, so you’re wasting your money there. And Allison—why she’s only a sophomore at that music school, barely getting started at, uh, at—”
“Bryce Anthony Music Conservatory.”
“Yes, Bryce, so it wouldn’t be hard for her to transfer to a public college nearby, and you’d still be in compliance.” Sharlene loosened the seatbelt and shifted herself so that she was looking directly at her husband. “We’ve talked about this, remember?”
Daniel kept his eyes on the road. “I suppose so.”
“And then there’s Caroline. With that degree in marketing from Indiana University, it’s time she got out in the real business world.”
Daniel snorted as he pulled into the roundabout, cutting off a sedan that had the right of way. “I thought Meadows Advertising Agency
was
the real business world.”
