The woman fumbled with her keys, hesitating between climbing all the way into the car or standing there. Finally, she said, “What makes you think what you’ve been through is worse than what I’ve been through?”
Zoe frowned. That was a good point. As horrid as her life had been, she had no clue what this beautiful young woman had endured in her short life. “You’re right. That just tells me that maybe I’m not the one you should be talking to. But, I do have another suggestion.”
“What’s that?”
Zoe walked all the way up to her and reached into her jacket pocket to retrieve a business card. She handed it to the young woman. “Call her. She’s the one who helped me and I’m sure she can help you also. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be alive today, much less attending these meetings.”
The woman eyed Zoe suspiciously before reading the card. “She’s really all that, huh?”
“Yes, she is. Just give her a chance. You won’t regret it.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
No more words were spoken between them. Zoe walked back inside, hearing the woman start the ignition of her Honda and pull off.
7
jonquinette
I sat at my desk staring at the card. Dr. Marcella Spencer, a psychiatrist. Was I ready for that? There had been so many years of questioning. So many blackouts. So much pain.
Darnetta poked her head into my office. “What’s up, girl? Can I come in?”
I put the card under my desk pad out of her view. “Sure, I have a moment.”
“How’s business?” Darnetta asked as she sat down opposite me at the desk.
“Better.”
“Thank goodness, because Boss Man has been walking around here beet-red like he might croak any second.”
I laughed. “He’ll survive. All businesses have slow periods but things are picking up.”
Darnetta worked in Accounts Receivable and was very good at collections. I often wondered if people just agreed to pay us so they wouldn’t have to listen to her squeaky voice over the phone anymore.
“Well, I’m glad we’re shipping more product because he’s really been on those of us over in my department about closing out past due invoices. You would’ve thought his house was about to go into foreclosure or something.”
“Trust me when I say that Mr. Wilson has no problem paying his bills. It’s his staff members that have to pinch pennies.”
“Speaking of which, have you heard anything about raise reviews coming up?”
“No, he’ll probably pull that old ‘We’ll show our appreciation with Christmas bonuses’ routine.”
Darnetta said, “He’s such a joy.”
We both laughed.
“So, Jon, you remember what you told me?”
“About what?”
“The next time I ask you to go someplace.”
I sighed deeply, not wanting to imagine what would come out of her mouth next. “Yes, I remember.”
“Good, because Logan’s in a wedding next weekend and I refuse to sit in the pews alone while he stands up for one of his immature, silly little friends. I need someone to keep me company. So how about it?”