that Noah is in school and Jacob is at work most of the time, I figured I might as well do something for myself.”
“I know what you mean. I’ve actually been thinking about going back to school,” Kennedy said.
“Law school?”
“No. I’m not interested in being an attorney anymore. Buying unique clothes and pieces of jewelry on my travels has gotten me interested in becoming a buyer, or maybe starting my own import/export business.”
“Wow, Ken! That sounds perfect for you. You have such great taste.”
“Thanks. I’m getting tired of flying. I don’t want to be an old hag still trying to maneuver those tiny aisles in my blue polyester uniform,” she said, chuckling.
“You’re far from being a hag. So when are you planning on quitting?”
“I don’t know yet. I’ve only begun to think about this buying thing. I need to save more money before I leave the airline, so that I can have a cushion.”
“That’s wise. Speaking of saving, I need to talk to Jacobabout investing in my business. He’s been so busy lately that I haven’t had a chance to tell him my plan.”
“You think he’ll have a problem with it?”
“I don’t think so. It’s not like we’re hurting financially, and he can see from the way I decorated our home that I have the talent. Knowing Jacob, he’ll want to do a budget projection and map out the next five years on paper, before I even have a company name.”
“That’s the accountant in him. Good luck with your plan.” Kennedy raised her glass. The two friends toasted to their impending businesses, and chatted the evening away.
12
“ GIRL, YOU won’t believe this shit!” The remote speaker clipped onto the sun visor magnified every syllable. “I’m so upset!” Naomi yelled.
“Stop screaming and tell me what’s wrong,” Kennedy said calmly. She was surprised at Naomi’s erratic tone. The night before at their pseudo book club meeting, Naomi was relaxed and jovial; now she was shouting at the top of her lungs.
Naomi was darting in and out of traffic like Mario Andretti in the Indy 500, speeding along the LIE on the way to the Museum of Urban Art. Twice a month, she volunteered in the curator’s office cataloging artwork. “Jacob is about two seconds from getting a divorce petition from my attorney!” She screamed, honked the horn, and then yelled at the car in front of her,
“Pick a lane!”
“You have a divorce attorney?” Kennedy asked, sounding surprised. She knew Naomi’s relationship was far from perfect, but she had no idea that divorce was on her friend’s mind.
“What?” Beeepppp.
“Pick a fucking lane!!”
“Nothing,” Kennedy said, thinking twice about quizzing Naomi while she was experiencing road rage.
Beep, beep, beep
. Kennedy could hear the blare of the car horn through the phone.
“You no-driving . . .”
Kennedy cut her off, “Naomi!”
“Son of a . . .”
“Naomi, pull over right now!” Kennedy yelled into the receiver, trying to get her friend off the road before she had an accident.
Naomi pulled over on the shoulder and exhaled hard. “Alright, I’m off the road with all of those no-driving assholes,” she said, still fuming.
“Good. Now, tell me why you’re so upset. Are you seriously thinking about divorcing Jacob?” Kennedy asked hesitantly.
“I should divorce him for letting Tyler move in without even consulting me!” Naomi spat out.
“Tyler who?”
“Jacob’s sister.”
“Oh, yeah. I thought she lived in Atlanta. When is . . . hold on, my other line is ringing.” After a few seconds, Kennedy came back on the line. “Sorry about that. It was an annoying telemarketer. Now, tell me, when is she moving in? But I guess the question should be, why is she moving in?”
“She broke up with her girlfriend and moved out of the house with no place to go.” Naomi recounted the story that Jacob told her over the phone. “But the kicker is that he didn’t even ask me
“I know what you mean. I’ve actually been thinking about going back to school,” Kennedy said.
“Law school?”
“No. I’m not interested in being an attorney anymore. Buying unique clothes and pieces of jewelry on my travels has gotten me interested in becoming a buyer, or maybe starting my own import/export business.”
“Wow, Ken! That sounds perfect for you. You have such great taste.”
“Thanks. I’m getting tired of flying. I don’t want to be an old hag still trying to maneuver those tiny aisles in my blue polyester uniform,” she said, chuckling.
“You’re far from being a hag. So when are you planning on quitting?”
“I don’t know yet. I’ve only begun to think about this buying thing. I need to save more money before I leave the airline, so that I can have a cushion.”
“That’s wise. Speaking of saving, I need to talk to Jacobabout investing in my business. He’s been so busy lately that I haven’t had a chance to tell him my plan.”
“You think he’ll have a problem with it?”
“I don’t think so. It’s not like we’re hurting financially, and he can see from the way I decorated our home that I have the talent. Knowing Jacob, he’ll want to do a budget projection and map out the next five years on paper, before I even have a company name.”
“That’s the accountant in him. Good luck with your plan.” Kennedy raised her glass. The two friends toasted to their impending businesses, and chatted the evening away.
12
“ GIRL, YOU won’t believe this shit!” The remote speaker clipped onto the sun visor magnified every syllable. “I’m so upset!” Naomi yelled.
“Stop screaming and tell me what’s wrong,” Kennedy said calmly. She was surprised at Naomi’s erratic tone. The night before at their pseudo book club meeting, Naomi was relaxed and jovial; now she was shouting at the top of her lungs.
Naomi was darting in and out of traffic like Mario Andretti in the Indy 500, speeding along the LIE on the way to the Museum of Urban Art. Twice a month, she volunteered in the curator’s office cataloging artwork. “Jacob is about two seconds from getting a divorce petition from my attorney!” She screamed, honked the horn, and then yelled at the car in front of her,
“Pick a lane!”
“You have a divorce attorney?” Kennedy asked, sounding surprised. She knew Naomi’s relationship was far from perfect, but she had no idea that divorce was on her friend’s mind.
“What?” Beeepppp.
“Pick a fucking lane!!”
“Nothing,” Kennedy said, thinking twice about quizzing Naomi while she was experiencing road rage.
Beep, beep, beep
. Kennedy could hear the blare of the car horn through the phone.
“You no-driving . . .”
Kennedy cut her off, “Naomi!”
“Son of a . . .”
“Naomi, pull over right now!” Kennedy yelled into the receiver, trying to get her friend off the road before she had an accident.
Naomi pulled over on the shoulder and exhaled hard. “Alright, I’m off the road with all of those no-driving assholes,” she said, still fuming.
“Good. Now, tell me why you’re so upset. Are you seriously thinking about divorcing Jacob?” Kennedy asked hesitantly.
“I should divorce him for letting Tyler move in without even consulting me!” Naomi spat out.
“Tyler who?”
“Jacob’s sister.”
“Oh, yeah. I thought she lived in Atlanta. When is . . . hold on, my other line is ringing.” After a few seconds, Kennedy came back on the line. “Sorry about that. It was an annoying telemarketer. Now, tell me, when is she moving in? But I guess the question should be, why is she moving in?”
“She broke up with her girlfriend and moved out of the house with no place to go.” Naomi recounted the story that Jacob told her over the phone. “But the kicker is that he didn’t even ask me
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