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Excerpt II - "Irreversible Choices" 5/25/2009 1:17:10 PM
IN ANOTHER EXCERPT FROM MY NOVEL-IN-PROGRESS, 3 SUBURBAN COUPLES ARE PLANNING AN EVENING AT A GOURMET/BOOK CLUB EVENT... They looked like escapees from some suburban commune, Carly mused, suppressing a giggle as she pushed her shopping cart along, slightly behind Eve and Aileen, who were now studying the fresh produce. As if conducting scientific research. How utterly self-important they could be! Everything they did took on status in their own eyes, as if housework and shopping were part of some highfalutin domestic art.
Studying the two from a distance, Carly noticed that they even seemed to dress alike these days. What was up with that? Aileen wore what looked like a tennis outfit, with a matching sweater tied loosely around her shoulders. Eve’s outfit differed only in the color she had chosen. Hers was yellow, compared to Aileen’s white with pale blue trim. And yellow was definitely not her color, Carly thought, observing Eve’s sallow complexion.
“Hey, Carly,” Aileen called out in a musical tone. “You’re lagging. Look at the asparagus. It’s absolutely perfect for that dish Eve’s making next Saturday.”
Ugh, Carly groaned inwardly. Eve’s turn on Saturday meant her own wasn’t far behind.
But she pasted a huge smile on her face and shoved her cart hurriedly in their direction, glancing at the asparagus and nodding approval. She still hadn’t decided what her own menu would be, but there was no way she could do French cuisine, as Aileen had, or even whatever Eve was planning. It was a closely guarded secret, but now she knew that it probably would include asparagus. And also that Aileen was privy to whatever choices or themes Eve had chosen thus far. Feeling left out, even as she inwardly knew that belonging to this particular club was sheer boredom at times, Carly’s throat held that little catch in it. The one that signaled the beginning of that all-familiar anxiety.
She pretended to be listening and observing, but her mind catapulted back to a day long ago.
