minute, until Brenda said, “Maggie, do you remember the college professor I told you I had the affair with?”
“The one who broke your heart when you were a senior?”
“Yes… well, there’s a little something I never told you about, either. Or anybody else for that matter… not even Robbie or Tonya.”
“What?”
There was a long pause. Brenda said, “She was married, too.”
“Ahhh… no wonder it was so-” Maggie suddenly stopped when she realized what she had just heard and looked at Brenda.
“
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh, Brenda… really?”
“Oh, yes, honey; married, white, and Jewish. What can I say? So you see, you’re not alone. Everybody has their little secrets.” She looked over at Maggie. “Are you surprised?”
“Well, yes… I guess I am.”
“Are you disappointed? You look funny.”
“Oh, no… I’m not disappointed. How could I be? I just feel… oh, I don’t know, flattered that you trust me enough to tell me.”
Now Brenda was relieved. “Whew, I’m glad that’s over. I’m a nervous wreck. I’m all sweaty,” she said as she grabbed an emergency Hershey bar out of her purse and took a bite. When she finished, she looked over at Maggie and said, “Well, then… now that both our cats are out of the bag, like the song says, ‘ ’Tain’t nobody’s business but our own,’ right?”
“Right.”
“Life is hard enough. I say everybody deserves at least one little secret, don’t you think?”
“I do.” A few minutes later, Maggie said, “Brenda, let me ask you something. Do you think I’m too old to learn to parallel park?”
“No, I do not. I think you can do anything you set your mind to.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
“Oh, Brenda… you don’t know how happy I feel-like a hundred-pound weight has been lifted off my chest.”
“Me, too.”
“I feel so much closer to you now… do you?”
“Oh, yes.”
They both smiled all the way home. It was so good to have a best friend.
A
“Maggie? It’s Mitzi. Listen, honey, I’m just heartbroken to have to make this call, but poor David’s company has been so whipped around by this awful economy thing. He’s not going to get to retire when we thought.”
“Oh, no.”
“Yes, can you believe it? He’s going to have to stay in New York at least another three years and help them get it straightened out and try to make sure his clients don’t lose everything.”
“Oh, Mitzi, I am so sorry.”
“Well, me too, but the worst part is, honey… we can’t keep Crestview and our place here, and as much as we hate to, we’re going to have to just turn right around and sell it.”
Maggie’s heart dropped, and she sat down. “I see.”
“I can’t tell you how disappointed I am. I know you think I’m silly, but I practically had the place furnished and was already planning the parties I was going to give and everything.”
After she hung up, she felt badly for poor Mitzi and also for Crestview. She was afraid she would never be able to find more perfect people than Mitzi and David.
Later, when Maggie walked into the office, Ethel looked up and greeted her with even worse news.
“Little Harry died,” Ethel said.
“Oh, no. When?”
“Sometime yesterday.”
“What happened? What was it?”
“They didn’t say; just old age, I guess. But we need to send flowers or something, don’t we?”
“Oh, absolutely. Oh, poor Little Harry. I’m surprised he lived as long as he did. You know he must have been so lonely without Hazel.”
“I’m sure he was.”
“Little Harry must have been what? Eighty? Eighty-five?”
Ethel shook her head. “No, Little Harry was not that old; he was at least ten years younger than Hazel. I don’t know if he knew or not, but he was. Anyhow, you know what this means, don’t you? I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it’s curtains for Red Mountain Realty. I always said, ‘The minute Harry goes, his family will sell the company.’ ”
Maggie nodded. “I’m sure you’re right.”
“I know I am. The lawyer just called ten minutes ago, asking to see the books.”
“Oh really, did he say why?”
“He said he wanted to look them over before he sent them to an interested party, and I’ll give you three guesses who the interested party is. Hint: she’s been circling over our heads like a buzzard for years.”
“Does Brenda know yet?”
“Oh yes, she was here when the lawyer called.”
“Was she upset?”
“Does a cat have a tail?”
“Where is she?”
“Back in her office, I guess.”
Maggie walked down the hall and called out, “Brenda. Where are you, honey?”
But at that moment, Brenda was already walking in the front door of the Krispy Kreme doughnut shop six blocks away. The idea of Babs Bingington taking over Hazel’s company made her sick. She needed a doughnut, and she needed it right now. Brenda sat down at the counter, looked the waitress in the eye, and said, “I want a dozen glazed, a dozen assorted, and four cinnamon buns to go, and bring me a coffee and two jelly doughnuts for here.” Her cell phone started ringing, but she ignored it. It might be her Overeaters Anonymous sponsor; she had not called this morning, but Brenda was in no mood to be saved from herself.
Ten minutes later, just as she was about to bite into another jelly doughnut, she heard a familiar voice behind her saying, “Okay, Brenda, step away from the counter!”
Brenda froze in her seat. It was Ja’ronda Jones, her Overeaters Anonymous sponsor!
“You heard me. Step away from the doughnuts; put the doughnut down now!”
Brenda knew you didn’t fool with Ja’ronda; she was a six-foot-one retired policewoman and
