Chapter Three: Hello . . .Again
Lydia went home and changed into jeans, a fuchsia halter, and flip-flops. Lydia decided she wanted to go out for dinner at the cozy diner around the corner - they had the best chicken salad. She grabbed her blank notebook, a pen, and her purse. She was just outside her door and her phone rang. She impatiently ran in and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, Lydia. It's me. Mia."
Lydia sank down in her chair. "What's going on? Are you in trouble?"
"Lydia, no. Calm down. You always assume the worst with me."
"Well, you have a history," she snapped.
They talked for a few minutes then silence.
Mia broke the ice. "Lydia, I have some news. You'll never guess who I ran into."
Silence. It was obvious Lydia didn't care.
"Well. Umm . . . you remember Jimmy?"
"How could I forget? He was such a pr --"
Mia cut her off. "We're engaged. Six months until the big day. I was hoping you'd come home and be in the ceremony."
Silence.
"Lydia, I was hoping, maybe, possibly, you could bring a guy with you."
Silence.
"Lydia, what the hell is your problem?"
Tears streamed down her face. "My problem is you. Okay, you've been engaged now seven times. Me? Zero. I'll be at your wedding with a guy. Congratulations, Mia."
Click.
Lydia went home and changed into jeans, a fuchsia halter, and flip-flops. Lydia decided she wanted to go out for dinner at the cozy diner around the corner - they had the best chicken salad. She grabbed her blank notebook, a pen, and her purse. She was just outside her door and her phone rang. She impatiently ran in and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hi, Lydia. It's me. Mia."
Lydia sank down in her chair. "What's going on? Are you in trouble?"
"Lydia, no. Calm down. You always assume the worst with me."
"Well, you have a history," she snapped.
They talked for a few minutes then silence.
Mia broke the ice. "Lydia, I have some news. You'll never guess who I ran into."
Silence. It was obvious Lydia didn't care.
"Well. Umm . . . you remember Jimmy?"
"How could I forget? He was such a pr --"
Mia cut her off. "We're engaged. Six months until the big day. I was hoping you'd come home and be in the ceremony."
Silence.
"Lydia, I was hoping, maybe, possibly, you could bring a guy with you."
Silence.
"Lydia, what the hell is your problem?"
Tears streamed down her face. "My problem is you. Okay, you've been engaged now seven times. Me? Zero. I'll be at your wedding with a guy. Congratulations, Mia."
Click.