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The Reunion Novel
Gillian Matthews is becoming famous in the art world. All her hard work has finally paid off and her paintings are being sold in several prestigious art galleries. Yet in spite of her success and accomplishments, one thing has always eluded her—true love. Then one night, during her opening at a Denver art gallery, a man from her past suddenly and unexpectedly appears. Her long lost true love. He was the one man she never forgot, never got over, and never expected to ever see again. Has her old flame come to wish her well? Or are his intentions less than pure?
Rosemary McGee had the next traffic light perfectly timed until a car from the other lane suddenly cut in front of her minivan. She slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a collision as the light turned yellow. Rosemary kept her foot on the brake pedal, coming to a stop as the signal turned red. Her knees were shaking a little as she looked at the woman sitting in the passenger seat.
“Are you okay?” Rosemary asked.
“I’m fine,” she replied.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“I sure hope that wasn’t a bad sign. It’s your opening night and I want everything to be perfect for you.”
“It’s not a bad sign, Rosemary,” she said, trying to reassure her. “These things happen, especially in rush-hour traffic. Don’t worry. We’re okay. We’ll get there in plenty of time, so try to relax. You’ve been on edge ever since we left the hotel. You’re about to give yourself an ulcer, and me a screaming headache to go along with it.”
“Sorry, Gillian. It’s not like I know my way around Denver, and these idiots on the road certainly don’t help.”
“That’s why we have a GPS device. Like I just said, everything is fine.”
They waited for the light to change. Once it turned green, the minivan lurched forward.
“You know,” said Gillian, “just before that happened, I was thinking about my father, and how convinced he was that I’d have no future whatsoever if I became an artist.”
“And when I first met you, I knew you were much too talented to be wasting your time laying out ads for weekly supermarket specials. You’ve come a long way, Gillian. I’m sure your father would have been proud of you.”
“I hope so.”
Gillian Matthews was becoming famous in the art world, and now she had a new gallery to add to her collection. All the risks she’d taken to get herself where she wanted to be were finally paying off.
“Right turn ahead,” chimed the electronic voice.
“Thank you, Bill,” replied both women in unison. Bill was the name they’d given the GPS device.
“It’s too bad you never got to meet my father, Rosemary. I’m sure you and he would have found one another—interesting.”
“I met your mother.”
“Only once or twice,” said Gillian, “and that was after she had gotten so sick that she really wasn’t herself anymore. Trust me, there was no way my parents were ever going to allow any daughter of theirs to become an artist. That was way too beneath them. I’ll always remember when Cynthia first went off to college. She was studying to be an elementary school teacher. As far as they were concerned, that was an appropriate career, and I was to follow in her footsteps.”
Rosemary let out a sigh as she turned the minivan to the right at the next stoplight.
“I don’t know why, Gillian, but for some strange reason I’ve had a bad feeling about tonight’s show. It started about the time we drove over Raton Pass and crossed the Colorado border.”