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    Angelica & The Artist – Chapter 12

    Story written on June 30, 2008 by Tazgolf74.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=70133
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    When I think of you I see my future. I thought you felt it too.

     

    Chpater 12

    Angelica unlocked the door to her apartment in New York. The flight back from LA was uneventful, but she was still tired from the long trek home. Putting her suitcases down inside the door, she walked over to the desk and picked up her mail. As she sifted through the pile sorting it out, she played back the messages on her answering machine.

    Of course there was one from Bette, asking her to call them when she arrived so they knew she got home OK. Angie shook her head and laughed at the message as it played. Her Mom’s were so predictable, always worrying about how she was.

    There were a couple from Meg, one from her cleaning lady and one that just hung up. Looking at the caller id there was no name listed and since she didn’t recognize the number she just assumed it was a wrong number. Placing the mail down on the desk, she walked back over to her suitcases, picked them up and went into her bedroom to unpack.

     

    Earlier that day…….

    Holding the business card, staring at the number hand–written on the back of it, Lyndsay noticed that her hands were shaking. She sat on the couch with her phone in her hand contemplating whether she should dial the number or not. As she continued to hesitate she wondered what would happen if someone actually answered at the other end, what would she say? How could she explain? Finally after taking a deep breath she dialed the number.

    After a brief pause, the phone at the other end began to ring. It rang once, no answer. Rang twice, no answer. Three rings, still no answer. Finally after the fourth ring, a connection was made…….but it was an answering machine. She smiled when she heard the familiar voice at the other end stating that she was unable to come to the phone, please leave your name and number blah blah…the usual answering machine rhetoric……..then the long beep.

    Not knowing what to say, she panicked and without saying a word simply hung up the phone. This was harder than she thought it would be.

    A few minutes later she tried again.

    Dialing the number again, she once again hung up, this time on the third ring before the machine could pick up. Putting the phone down, she walked into her bedroom, changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, put on her sneakers, grabbed her iPod and went for a run. Maybe that would help clear her head and give her the courage to call again.

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    2. Your absolutley killing me. OMG, she was that close and they missed each other. I’m so glad I took one more look for an update before I left the office for the day. It has to be the picture Angelica saw her painting in Rome. Please can I have an update for the morning. Pretty please with sugar on top.

    4. I can SEE the picture!(but I won’t say – ‘ncase I’m wrong! LOL ! …or right!) I smiled when I saw you posted. It’s such a great story. Thank You. I needed that.

    5. OMG is right, Hopefully Angie is more like her Mama Bette than we know and has clothes in the office and a car and driver waiting to whisk her to the Four Seasons by 7:00pm. You’re just killing us, Gosh, PPS!!!!!

    8. Taz, wouldn’t it be a really great holiday if you posted again before the weekend? See I went back and checked, it’s been 3-5 days on average between posts and since it’s a holiday week I’m thinking we should see another in like maybe 2-3 days, PLEASE, pretty PLEASE, Thank you, Md

    9. Yep, that’s Lyndsay and that’s the painting Angie wants for Bette’s birthday! That was the perfect way for Lyndsay to contact Angelica after what happened. Can’t wait until your next post TAZ.

    10. Oh, My! I hope Angelica is able to get to The Four Seasons in a hurry! Less than an hour before Lynds is expecting her for dinner. So glad their next discussion will be in person! Can’t wait for their next encounter!

    15. Hey, Taz! So, we won the bet with our guess about the finished painting, right? Yaaay! Now, how about some nice dinner between A&L? Let Lindsay exteriorize her feelings and see how things develop from there. Oh, well… we can only wish, right? Ha! Great update, Taz PPS Lucero & Marsha (JC’s Salsa Aunties)

    16. Hope Angie remembers to take flowers. Should she call Tina to tell her that Lyndsay is in NYC and wants to see her for dinner or not? What’s a girl t do? PPS

    17. OMG indeed, hopefully Angie will call ahead and get to thr Hotel on time. GREAT update, but you are soooooooooo bad for leaving us hanging like this. PPS

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