Out of the Shadow by J. K. Winn Page B

handsome and smart, does it?"
    Angela blushed. It was the first time Becca had ever seen her react that way. Angela looked as shy as a new student in the school cafeteria, and it amused her.
    "I’m in love."
    "Nah, I never would have guessed."
    "It’s written all over me, isn’t it? I’ve never been good at camouflaging my feelings. That’s why I’ve avoided getting involved with anyone before this." Angela giggled. "Too late now. It’s the most amazing thing. I can’t believe it’s happening to me."
    Becca studied her friend. "I can see your problem, since you’re five hundred pounds overweight and have killer body odor. Other than that, you’re quite a catch."
    Angela laughed. "I know. I know. You always said I underestimate myself."
    "Underestimate yourself? Weren’t you coroneted the Duchess of Self-Doubt? I’m glad a guy has finally come along who can break through your roadblocks. Maybe he’ll help you to see yourself for who you truly are."  
    "Sure...sure," Angela continued, obviously embarrassed. "I need someone to cover my Saturday shift. Handsome is taking me to Atlantic City; we’ll stay at the Trump Casino overnight. Not bad, eh?"
    Wonderful for Angela, Becca thought, as her heart suddenly began to hurt. When was the last time a man escorted her out of town on a romantic holiday? She couldn’t remember. "If I were a gambling woman, I’d say it sounds like a winner. That is, as long as you don’t bet your week’s pay."
    "Don’t worry about it. I doubt we’ll spend a great deal of time in the casino, if you know what I mean." Angela winked at her. "What are you doing this weekend?"
    The hurt deepened. "Nothing exciting. Evan mentioned he’s going to a herbology conference in the Poconos. I guess I’m doing what I often do—mental masturbation and mindless television watching. And don’t forget marathon binge eating. Ben and Jerry’s here I come."
    Angela patted her hand and tried to look concerned, but unsuppressed joy lit up her eyes. "It’s not all that bad. At least you have Julie and me."
    "Shoot me! Just kidding, but don’t ruin my fun. I get off on self-pity."
    "Can you do it?” Angela asked.
    "I don’t know. Covering for you might take my mind off my misery for too long. How can I be a martyr if I’m not miserable?" Becca smiled. "Sure. At least it’ll get me out of the house for a few hours."
    Angela threw her arms around Becca’s neck, nearly knocking her out of her chair.
    "Whoa there, lover girl; curb your enthusiasm. I don’t know if I can stand that much affection. It’s the most I’ve had in months."
    Angela imitated a small violin being played with her fingers. "You’re a serious nut—but I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you, dear friend."
    Becca had the same thought. Who would be there for better or worse if not Angela? She couldn’t for a second consider going through this tough time without her dearest friend.
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    Little Becca clenched her pillow to her chest, certain a man waited just outside her bedroom door, ready to force his way in. Alone and afraid, she ducked her head under the covers much as her pet turtle did with his shell, and curled up as small as she could. Perhaps this time he wouldn’t detect her. But she knew better.
    After a moment, she peered out from under the covers and noticed his shoes were casting shadows in the crack beneath the door. She could hide in the closet behind her dresses, but he’d know where to find her because he’d found her there before. Under the bed? Behind the chair? There was nowhere to hide where  he wouldn’t discover her. All she wanted was to disappear. Like on Star Trek, into thin air. The door creaked open and she screamed—but as hard as she tried, the only sound that escaped her lips was a loud ringing...
    She awoke with a start to the jingle of the phone, and shook her head to clear away the disturbing scene before lifting the receiver. "Hello..."
    "Becca?"