Chapter Fourteen

It was a perfect morning for writing. All the kids were at school, Collin was at work, and Cleo lay napping in the morning sun that streamed through the French doors. The only noise to bother her was the thumping of the clothes Collin had tossed in the dryer before he left. There weren’t any distractions, and she planned to work on her new historical romance, but the words refused to come. Her outline lay before her along with the stack of pages she’d completed for the first two chapters, but she needed three before she could send it to . . . to whom? That was the problem. She didn’t really have a publisher or an agent. It was a realization she was uncomfortable with, but her heart told her to keep writing.

Jazz tapped her legal pad with a pencil. Her leg bounced under the table. Unable to concentrate, she pushed out of her chair as if she had someplace to go. She didn’t. But she noticed an empty glass someone had left on the counter. She grabbed it and stuck it in the dishwasher, then opened the fridge door to get a soda, thinking the caffeine might wake up her creative mind. But there was a takeout container from three days ago in the way. That had to go, she thought. She tried to toss it in the trash, but the can was overflowing. So she gathered up the plastic edges, secured them, and headed for the garage door.

Then Jazz noticed Joey’s sweatshirt puddled under its hook on the hallway floor. She bent over and scooped it up in her hand. Something in the pocket crinkled. She set the trash bag on the floor so she could investigate the noise. It was a note addressed to Louisa, asking her to send twenty-four bouncy balls to school tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Where would she get that many bouncy balls by tomorrow? Why hadn’t Joey given her the note earlier?

Jazz stuck the note in her jeans pocket, snagged the trash bag, and walked to the garage. It seemed she had become more of a domestic queen lately. More like Louisa? Was she losing herself? Their personalities seemed to be merging.

When she came back in, the phone was ringing. Jazz listened to the audio caller ID. It was Laurie. She didn’t want to answer it since Laurie hadn’t made any attempt to accept the apology Jazz had left on her phone. It had been nothing but silence from the woman next door. The old Jazz would have ignored the call, but the new, evolving Jazz yanked the phone from its cradle. “Hello.”

“Hi, Jazz, it’s Laurie. Can we talk?”

She stood quiet for a moment, considering that this might be an attempt at being friends. She didn’t feel comfortable in destroying a friendship that wasn’t really hers, but Louisa’s. “I’m a little busy, but I can chat for a moment.”

“Good. I’m sorry—I wanted to get that in right away. I would have called you back earlier, but I had to go to my mom’s. She’s been ill.”

Ouch. The guilt smacked Jazz in the head. Laurie hadn’t been avoiding her after all. So much for the pity party she’d been holding. “Is she okay now?”

“She’s better. She has pneumonia and she’s worn out, so I cleaned the house and restocked her fridge, that sort of thing. Listen, I wanted to tell you this face-to-face, but since you’re in a rush, I’ll just tell you now. I talked to the other moms, and we decided to let you take the next month off.” Laurie’s rapid-fire words bounced through the telephone line.

What was Laurie talking about? Take the month off from what? She had no idea.

“We don’t want you to think we’re still mad about the community service thing. We kind of think it’s funny now. Anyway, we decided that since you aren’t quite yourself yet, it would be better if we took you out of the rotation. Wait, don’t freak! Tim will still be included.”

Rotation? Tim’s included? She worked that puzzle in her mind.

“I know it’s your day to take the kids after preschool—”

Then it hit her. That’s what she was supposed to do today! Did she want to admit to Laurie that she forgot? She didn’t think so, since there had been enough forgetting in her life already.

“Anyway, Jill is taking the kids today. So are you okay with that? If you’re not, I guess I can call her.” Laurie paused for a quick intake of air.

“I’m fine with it.” Jazz’s words kept pace with the rapid tone Laurie had set. “I do need to find a place to buy bouncy balls, though. Do you know where I can get some? I just found a note that Joey needs them for class tomorrow.”

“The party store will have them. I don’t like those surprise notes. That’s why I check all pockets and backpacks the minute they come home,” Laurie said with a laugh. “There is nothing like finding out you need to send thirty cupcakes the night before a party. Or worse, you need poster board for a project and the kids are already in bed. I feel much better if I’ve checked their bags.”

Another part of mothering Jazz didn’t know about. “Can you give me directions?” She chose to ignore the hidden advice in Laurie’s statement. She could imagine Madison’s face if she tried searching through her backpack.

“Why don’t I take you? We can get lunch and talk if you like, since we are both kid-free this afternoon. I know this great little tea shop. They have the best sandwiches, and they use real plates and cloth napkins.”

Jazz thought about the chapter she wanted to write, but her desire seemed to have waned. “When do you want to leave?”

“Twenty minutes? I just need to get dinner into the Crock-Pot. What are you making for dinner tonight?”

Strike two for motherhood on my part. She hadn’t considered dinner. It wasn’t even afternoon yet. Feeling inadequate, she said, “I think we’ll order pizza tonight.”

“Pizza, sure, that’s a great emergency dinner. I’m sure you haven’t felt like grocery shopping with all the headaches. So anyway, see you in twenty, or just come over when you’re ready.”

Jazz replaced the phone in its charger. Being a wife and mother was becoming more of her identity. She was losing herself, and she had a feeling it wasn’t for the first time in her life.

* * *

At the tearoom Jazz felt swaddled in girl comfort. The tables were set with floral china and crystal glasses. The centerpieces were teapots filled with roses. She sighed and placed her napkin on the edge of the table. Complete calmness came over her. She had needed an outing like this. She’d missed this kind of interaction with friends.

“Isn’t it heavenly?” Even Laurie seemed to have slowed her thoughts, and her curls weren’t punctuating every word. Her conversation no longer centered on herself, and she now listened for answers after asking Jazz questions.

“The best. I’m glad you brought me here. Have we been here before?” Jazz relaxed back into the tapestry-upholstered chair.

“Yes, Louisa and I used to try and come once a month. You really are different from her, you know.” She placed her silver fork on the empty dessert plate.

“I know. It must be confusing for everyone who knew her.”

“Maybe. It’s not a bad thing. I love Louisa, but I always felt like she was sad about something. She was my best friend, but I never felt like I was hers.” Laurie’s eyes teared.

Jazz reached across the table and patted Laurie’s hand. “That can’t be true. Collin told me you are Louisa’s best friend, and he would know, right?”

Laurie sniffed. “I guess he would. I just wish we could be closer.”

“Why do you think you aren’t?”

“She’s not very open about her past. It seemed like I was always telling her about the things my sister and I did when we were growing up. She never shared back. For instance, she never talked about her mom, Beth. She always changed the subject when I asked her about anything before she married Collin.”

“That’s interesting. I noticed when I looked through the photo albums that there are only a couple pictures of her, or rather me, when I was Madison’s age. I should call Beth and ask her if she has any others.”

Laurie’s eyes widened. “You’re calling her Beth now?”

“It feels weird to call her Mom; she doesn’t feel like a mom to me.”

“Did you write a lot of stories when you were young? I’ve wanted to ask you that since you became Jazz. Wow, this feels like an episode of something Tom would watch on the sci-fi channel.” Laurie laughed.

“It does,” Jazz agreed. “Maybe I should write my life story for an original sci-fi movie.” She considered Laurie’s question a moment. “I did write stories, but I kept them hidden.”

“Why would you do that? If one of my kids wrote stories, I’d be so excited I’d be trying to find a way to get them into a book. Do you remember what your mom did with yours?”

“No, I don’t. I thought my mom and dad died when I was twelve.”

“Again, odd. What else can be said? It’s too bad you can’t find the stories you wrote.” She stared intently at Jazz. “But somehow, I do believe you wrote them.”

* * *

Jazz walked down an aisle in the party store that offered the promise of fun times with helium balloons floating overhead. She glanced up at a silver heart-shaped balloon with legs jiggling in the current of the air-conditioning. It caught the light from the fluorescent fixture in the ceiling and sent the glare bouncing back at her. The flash sparked a sharp pain in her head. She rubbed her eyes in an attempt to erase the razor spikes from her brain. She hoped it wouldn’t intensify into a daylong headache. Jazz had been having one of those at least four times a week. The doctor assured her they would dissipate when her memory returned. He’d laughed and said it was Louisa trying to get back. That statement had caused her pain again, causing her to wonder where she would go when Louisa did come back.

“Jazz, are you feeling okay?” Laurie asked with a gentle touch on her shoulder.

“Yeah, just a little pain. Where do you think the bouncy balls are in this place?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. Maybe with the birthday trinkets. I’ll cruise the next aisle while you go down this one. That way we’ll find them faster and get out of here.” Laurie started to walk away.

“Good idea.” Jazz was grateful for Laurie’s company and thankful her friend had forgiven her. She turned to watch Laurie hurrying down the aisle. “Thanks, Laurie, for helping me today.”

“No problem.”

Jazz watched as Laurie rounded the corner before continuing her own search. She walked past sequined tiaras that caused her to wonder if Madison had tiptoed around the house with one perched on her head as a toddler. She knew she wouldn’t ask her. She had noticed the hurt look on Madison’s face last week when she asked something she should have known. Later this evening she would take another one of the numerous scrapbooks Louisa had made into her room. It had been odd looking at the unfolding of a life in which she had no memory of being a part.

She was now resigned to the fact that she was indeed Louisa, but that’s not who she wanted to be. She liked being Jazz. Maybe that was why her old life hadn’t resurfaced. It didn’t matter, though; she’d decided she didn’t want to return to Louisa’s life even if it meant Collin would be hers. She longed for Collin to love her for her—Jazz. She shook her head to disperse the thoughts. She couldn’t allow herself to think that way, not as long as Louisa still lurked between them.

As she turned the corner, her senses were assaulted with the smell of aftershave. She felt the sweat beading on her forehead. Her stomach turned, threatening to heave. Frantic, she looked for a restroom sign. She fled toward it, barely making it before throwing up.

“Jazz!” Laurie tapped her on the shoulder with a bag of bouncy balls dangling from her hand. “I saw you run in here. What’s wrong?”

“Queasy stomach.” Jazz wiped her face with a damp paper towel, then washed out her mouth the best she could. “I think I should go home.”

“Sure,” Laurie said. “I’ll just pay for these balls, then go get the car and pull up front. Just wait here for a few minutes and then come out.”

“Okay.” Jazz felt her legs begin to tremble. She clutched the corner of the wall as Laurie left. Something didn’t feel right. Aside from one of her usual headaches, she had felt fine until she encountered that smell. Her stomach began to roil. “Forget the smell,” she said to her mirror image. “It was nothing. You’ll get over it.” After her short pep talk, she took a deep breath and unconsciously held it as she bolted through the store into Laurie’s waiting van.

“What happened in there?” Laurie shifted the van into drive.

“There was a smell, aftershave or men’s cologne, I think. Anyway, it seems my stomach didn’t care for it.” Jazz laid her head against the cool glass of the passenger window.

“Has that happened before?”

“I don’t remember.” Jazz began to laugh. At Laurie’s surprised expression, she laughed even harder.

“Jazz?”

“I’m sorry.” Jazz tried to be serious. “This is the first lapse of memory that I’m glad about.”

Laurie smiled. Her grin grew wider, and soon she joined Jazz in laughter.