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“Ready to go?” she said as though speaking to a recalcitrant
child.
Chatting gaily, Audra drove to stores far beyond any ordinary
citizen’s budget.
“Aren’t you going to buy anything, Sierra?” Audra said the
last time while signing the slip for an eight-hundred-dollar dress.
“That blue dress you were looking at would make you look wonderful.”
“At six hundred and fifty dollars, even a chimp would look
wonderful in it.”
Audra had laughed at her remark, but Sierra felt the full force
of an affronted glare from the elegantly attired saleslady. One
just didn’t say such things on Rodeo Drive.
Actually, Sierra had wanted to say more. She wanted to add
for both women’s benefit that if she had an extra six or seven
hundred dollars lying around, she certainly wouldn’t put it all on
her back!
Audra offered to treat her to lunch at Lowry’s. Sierra declined.
She had been taught to reciprocate, and she doubted Audra
would feel suitably recompensed at Denny’s.
“I’m sorry, but I need to get home, Audra. The children will be
getting out of school soon.” She’d glanced at her watch to make
her point. “I always pick them up.”
“You should get involved in a car pool,” Audra had commented, shooting the Mercedes in and out of traffic with the skill
of an experienced Indianapolis 500 driver.
Sierra was tired of Audra “should”ing all over her. “Chauffeuring children to school is one of the delights of motherhood.”
“Delights?” Audra laughed. Weaving smoothly across three
lanes of dense traffic, she glided down an off-ramp. “That
doesn’t say much for the quality of your life.” Her eyes twinkled
merrily. “We’ll have to do something to give you a little excitement.”
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And now it seemed she had.
Was it really Alex’s idea that they look for a house so soon? Or
had Audra through Steve advised they do so? Once they were
under the weight of a mortgage, it would be pretty hard to
change their minds about working in Los Angeles.
She pushed thoughts of Audra away and tried to reason with
Alex. “I think it’s too soon to think about buying a house,” she
said.
“You like living in a cramped apartment?”
She bristled anew at his sarcasm but remained calm. “You
haven’t even been at your new job for four months, Alex. What if
you decide you hate it?”
“I love it.”
“I’m saying if you changed your mind. You’re having a honeymoon at Beyond Tomorrow right now. The whole thing may
come down around your head like a house of cards.”
“Thanks for your vote of confidence.”
“I’m confident in you, Alex, but I don’t trust them. Everything’s
moving too fast. It’s all too easy. We should wait at least a year,
Alex. So much can change—”
“Get it through your head, Sierra. I’m not changing my mind
about anything.” Face rigid and pale with anger, he glared at her.
“I’m getting pretty tired of you walking around with a black
cloud over your head all the time.” He picked up his briefcase
and went to his computer. Opening the briefcase, he took out a
diskette. He turned on the computer and slipped the diskette
into the slot. “Either you can look around for a house and help
make the decision, or I’ll just take care of it myself,” he said, his
back to her. “The choice is yours.”
So much for priorities, she thought, tears brimming as she
went into the kitchen.
She called the Realtor the next morning and made an appointment. Roberta Folse said she would be by at ten, which would
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give Sierra enough time to drop off the children at school and do
her grocery shopping.
Roberta had penny-red hair, dark brown eyes, and was
slightly