Sharon Gedes hasn't been the person she wanted to be for most of her life. She gave up the life of a writer, actress, and chose to settle in a small, southern town where she pretends to be someone she's not. Married, with four sons, she lives a life of quiet desperation, pretending to be straight, upright, and above all, normal.
When she spends a weekend in New York with her old girlfriend, Pilar, to ostensibly pitch her television script to an executive producer, Sharon discovers everything she's been missing, a sense of purpose, love, adventure ... and the woman she used to be.
Note: This story is included in the author’s anthology, Whetting the Appetite.
“How do you sleep at night?” Sharon said, not looking up from her self-appointed task of doing the dishes. Pilar obviously hadn’t done them in several weeks from the amount of food caked into concrete on the edges. After a twenty minute soak, Sharon had managed to get some of them clean.
“The traffic, darling?” Pilar was breezy, belying the lines of exhaustion in her mouth, the circles under her eyes. Her boss -- at her waitressing gig -- had called first thing that morning, insisting that Pilar pick up a double-shift since several of her co-workers had gone out to a party the previous evening and were too coked out to actually show up. At least that was the gist of what Sharon gathered from the conversation before Pilar had slipped out the door, wearing a shabby uniform. “You get used to it.”
“No, I mean the mountain of debt you’re hiding under,” Sharon gestured with one soapy hand at the pile of bills she’d found, some stuffed in Pilar’s desk, others lost under the sofa cushions, and still others tossed in the general direction of the trash can. “You’re transferring debt, getting racked by interest charges ... have you actually had any incoming money for the last six months? My God, Pilar, you’re drowning!”
“You went through my stuff?”