Hope in a Jar (Wheeler Large Print Book Series) - Hardcover

Harbison, Beth

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 1410420655 ISBN 13: 9781410420657

Publisher: Wheeler Pub Inc, 2009

Synopsis

Their friendship ruined by a vicious rumor twenty years earlier, Allie and Olivia prepare for a high school reunion while acknowledging disparities between their youth and adult realities, circumstances that cause them to wonder if they can put aside past demons.

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About the Author

BETH HARBISON is the New York Times bestelling author of Secrets of a Shoe Addict and Shoe Addicts Anonymous. She is also a serious product junkie, with enough lip glosses, shampoos, conditioners, and foundations to lube every car on the streets of suburban D.C., where she lives with her husband and two children.

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One

I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan,

and never never never let you forget you’re a man...

—ad for Enjoli perfume by Charles of the Ritz

The only thing worse than finding out your boyfriend is cheating on you with a beautiful woman is finding out he’s cheating with an average woman.

Allie Denty learned this the hard way, when she got off work early and walked into her bedroom to find what appeared to be a seal flopping under the covers of her previously made bed.

It was hard to say who became aware of whom first, or who was more surprised. At almost the moment Allie entered her bedroom, a woman she’d never seen before popped her head up from under Allie’s 450-thread-count Martha Stewart sheets and screamed like a banshee.

“But—” Allie began in shock, as if they’d been in the middle of a conversation.

She didn’t have time to finish the thought, whatever it might have been, because the woman leaped off the bed, stumbling to pull the sheet around herself, only to reveal Kevin, whose hands were bound over his head with his Jerry Garcia necktie.

The tie Allie had given him for Christmas last year, even though it cost more than all the other ones at Macy’s.

Every muscle in Allie’s body clenched and she looked in alarm from the banshee to the boyfriend she’d so foolishly—and so completely—trusted.

“What the—” Allie tried again. “Kevin! What is going on?”

The woman had stopped screaming, but her breath continued to sputter out in ragged gasps.

“Allie,“ Kevin said, but it sounded like he was trying on someone else’s voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Allie, this isn’t...”—it was clear halfway through his sentence that he knew how lame it was—”what it looks like.”

“It looks like you’re fucking some other woman in my bed,“ Allie said. To hell with manners. She’d just discovered that she was less attractive to her boyfriend than a woman who, now that she got a better look, could have played the before in an ad for just about any diet, exercise, or lifestyle cosmetic ad in The National Enquirer. Her light brown hair was lank and shapeless; her eyes were the same dull shade as her hair; her mouth a thin pink line, too small in a somewhat doughy face.

And her butt—which Allie unfortunately got a good look at—was even more cottage-cheesy than Allie’s.

Granted, she had a perfect, straight nose. But was that what Kevin was attracted to? A model-perfect nose on an otherwise completely unremarkable face?

“Well,“ Kevin said, struggling out of his bindings. “It’s complicated...”

Allie didn’t remember what came after that. Not a denial exactly. How could he deny it? Good Lord, the condom was still hanging off his shrunken skipper. Wasn’t what it looked like? It was exactly what it looked like.

Nothing complicated about it.

“I should go,“ the woman said, hastily pulling her clothes on.

“You think?” Allie gaped at her. Then horrible realization came over her. “Wait a minute, aren’t you the one who brought those paper samples to the office last month?”

“Your order will be ready on the seventh!” the woman said defensively. “There was a delay with the printer for the watermark.”

This was surreal. The unremarkable woman who had sold them Kevin’s new letterhead at a deeply discounted price, the woman who had asked to use the restroom and who had then—Allie couldn’t help noticing—taken a very long time and emerged with a bit of toilet paper stuck to her shoe, was now in bed with Kevin and marking the end of Allie’s past two years.

“Allie, we can work this out.” Free of the necktie, Kevin got out of bed, just like Allie had seen him get out of bed naked a million times before. Only there wasn’t usually another woman in the room.

Fortunately, Paper Girl didn’t wait around; she just thundered from the room and a moment later the front door slammed.

Fine.

One gone, one to go.

“Really, Kevin? The discount paper vendor? Seriously?”

“She didn’t know about you,“ Kevin said in defense of the one person whose emotional stake in this was the smallest.

“What, did she forget I was the one who placed the order with her a few weeks ago? When she got here, did she miss the pictures of us all over the place? My stuff in the bathroom? Is she blind? She shouldn’t have been here, Kevin”—her voice shook with anger—”but more than that, you shouldn’t have brought her here—”

“I know.”

“—so now you get out.”

He was maddeningly calm. “Let’s talk about this—”

“Get out,“ Allie said, and her voice grew stronger as she said it. “Get out!” She picked up his jeans from the floor, his underwear, his stupid Star Wars T-shirt. “Get the fuck out!” She hurled his clothes at him and pushed him out of the bedroom toward the door.

“But—”

“You can get your stuff out of here later. Or I’ll send it. Just”—she shoved him toward the front door—”get”—she picked up his damn Hanes 32 briefs and threw them into the hall, hoping modesty would make him go after them like a dog—”out!” She slammed the door and turned around.

Immediately she heard a noise in the hall.

A woman’s voice.

Oh, God, she’d been waiting for him. Coconspirators, keeping secrets from Allie, comparing notes, hooking arms and leaving together. It was disgusting to contemplate.

For a long moment Allie stood there, listening to the murmuring voices through the door, fearing she might hear a giggle or an outright laugh. But all she heard was talking, then shuffling footsteps, the ding of the elevator’s arrival, and then... nothing.

Nothing except for the low moan that rose in her own throat, a moan that slowly rose to an explosion of sobs. She hadn’t seen this coming. That had always sounded so stupid when it was other people saying it, but it was the honest-to-God truth. She’d never dreamed Kevin would be anything less than faithful to her, just like she was—unquestioningly—to him.

Come on, it wasn’t like he was some sort of hot-stuff hunk with movie-star looks. He was an average Joe. An average Kevin. With a high IQ and a decent personality. Every once in a while he’d made her laugh. Well, chuckle anyway.

For two years—two long, ignorant years—Allie had given up the dream of finding a soul mate because she believed Kevin was so good for her. They’d just moved into her apartment together, and were looking for a new place. A bigger place they could buy together.

She’d thought they were on the path to a pretty good life partnership.

Instead, he was sleeping with another woman when he thought Allie wasn’t going to be home.

Who was he?

If he wasn’t who she’d thought he was, who was he?

And what had happened to the guy she thought she knew? Did he just... not exist? Could she have been that wrong?

“Allie!” Kevin’s voice was faint outside the window but it still startled her. “Allie, please!”

She stood motionless, like an animal frozen with indecision. Cross the road or run back in the woods?

“Can you at least throw me my wallet and my keys?”

Her eyes fell on the bedside table. There they were. Just like every night. Evidently that was his bedtime ritual, no matter what he was going to spend his time doing in bed.

And no matter with whom.

She considered throwing them in the incinerator. That would certainly create a moment of great satisfaction.

Revenge was always tempting. However, it was seldom satisfying and almost always had some stupid ramification you didn’t think of. In this case, she’d probably have to endure an hour and a half of him sitting out there, waiting for AAA to come open his door, or for Lexus to cut him a new key and bring it to him, and then there would be calls from his credit card holders, and—she didn’t want to deal with it.

She grabbed the wallet and keys and went to the living room, where there was a tiny balcony.

He was standing in the grass below.

“You want these?” She held them up.

“Yes, Allie. Please.”

“Then take them.” She hurled the wallet, and enjoyed the solid thump when it hit him in the forehead. That was one good thing about having had an older brother growing up—she didn’t throw like a girl. “And don’t forget your keys.” She raised them in her hand.

“Not in the face!” he shrieked.

Even in her anger, the pool of betrayal and hurt feelings, she wished he would be a little more of a man about it.

What would the neighbors think?

She dropped the keys over the railing instead of hurling them. There. Let him climb through the azaleas to find them. He was no longer her problem.

She went back to the bedroom, stripped the sheets off the bed, stuffed them into the washing machine, set the water to hot, and dumped in half a box of soap. After a moment’s hesitation she added several cups of bleach.

Then she went to the bathroom to wash her hands. She spent a long time at it, scrubbing as if she could wash the last hour away, to make it so it had never happened.

Finally she gave up and stood in front of the mirror, gazing into her own confused face. What had just happened? Where had she gone wrong? And when?

The woman gazing back looked like she’d given up a long time ago. The hair was dry, and where once it had been a silky...

About this edition

• Publisher: Wheeler Pub Inc
• Publication date: 2009
• ISBN 10: 1410420655
• ISBN 13: 9781410420657
• Binding: Hardcover
• Number of pages: 413