Chapter 55 Chevy
Chevy
I’d spent the entire holiday weekend in bed, feeling sorry for myself. All I could do was think about my life and the wrong turns I’d made. And worse still was the fact that nobody seemed to be thinking about me. The phone didn’t ring not one time. Even the bill collectors had forgotten I existed.
Tuesday morning came, and I stood by the window watching the employed people hustle down the street toward their jobs. Me, I was dressed in my red teddy, with nowhere to go.
It was just past nine, and I was about to curl up on the couch and watch one of those tired talk shows when the phone rang. I almost jumped out of my skin when it did and was so frazzled that I snatched it off the base and didn’t even bother to check the caller ID.
“H-hello?”
“Chevy?”
“Y-yes, who’s this?”
“Anja is on her way to Virgin Gorda and has heard from the makeup artist that you are not at the airport. Anja wants to know why.”
I pulled the phone from my ear and stared stupidly down at the buttons. “?’Scuse me?” I said when I pressed it back to my head.
Anja let out a long sigh. “Your plane leaves in an hour, and Anja expects you to be on it.”
Click.