There were three nights of videotapes sitting on top of the VCR. That meant there was an hour and a half of pleasure ahead.
The VCR was programmed to record the KEY Television Network every weekday night at six-thirty. Even when someone was home to watch the show, the recorder still clicked on to tape KEY Evening Headlines with Eliza Blake.
It worked well this way. Sometimes the live broadcast moved too fast and it was necessary to replay it to catch every detail, every mannerism, every nuance in Eliza’s speech. After the broadcast tapes were looked at, they were rewound to be used again. The newspaper stories reported that the recently appointed evening-news anchorwoman was garnering solid ratings. The network was heavily invested in her. Eliza was going to be around for a while.
Though you could never tell. It had looked like Linda Anderson was going to be around for a while, too. Five years ago, the VCR had been set to record the Garden State News Network every night at ten o’clock.
What had happened to Linda was still a source of the deepest pain. Loving Linda had been wonderful beyond belief. But Linda had spurned a perfect love.
It had taken five years to be ready to love again.
Eliza Blake was worth the wait.