Page 10 of The Ghost of You
I pace in the bedroom. “What are you talking about? Not once did you come over.”
“I checked the gauges in the basement. Everything was fine.”
“Well apparently it wasn’t! I need water, George.”
I hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “I’ll send someone out on Monday.”
“It’s Friday. I haven’t had water in two days.”
“I’m sure you can survive another few.”
“This is ridiculous. Can you just come look at it today? Maybe you can do a temporary fix.”
“I am not in the state right now.”
“What?”
“I moved to Florida. I’m thinking of selling the property. Don’t worry, I’ll give you notice.”
“You what?”
I hear laughter in the background. “Look, Anna, I need to go but I will try and get this cleared up soon.”
He hangs up on me.
I grab the nearest pillow in the living room and scream into it.
What the hell?
I can’t even piece together everything he just told me. Why does it feel like everything just got that much more complicated?
I quickly shower and walk back to the yoga studio. Seraphina can tell something is wrong but I just throw her keys at her and storm out.
I curse the entire way back home.
I should look for a new place to live. Or maybe this is a sign it’s time to move again. I have been in Asheville for over a year. More time than I tend to spend anywhere. The longest place I’ve stayed before here was a tiny town in southern Tennessee called White Creek. It had all the potential of a place to feel like home but in the end it was just like every other small town. After White Creek I found myself in Atlanta but that city was just too big for me. Funny, for a girl whose heart is set on Nashville.
I pull into my driveway, half expecting a For Sale sign to be sitting out front. Luckily there isn’t one.
I head inside, throw my yoga bag by the door not even caring about leaving a mess, walk to my bedroom and collapse on my bed. I need a nap. And hopefully it will erase all the negativity from my head.
I clasp my hand around the rings at my neck and drift off into a restless sleep.
* * *
My shiftat the Beer Garden is awful. And I am not talking awful because it was slow. No, it was a freaking madhouse. The night before Halloween. Every damn college kid and twenty-something was in that bar tonight and they were obnoxious and rude. One of my co-workers was sick when she came in but tried to stick the night out. She only made it until ten before she had to leave. My boss had me cover her tables and man the bar when we needed the extra help.
But that is not even the worse part.
Do you think it’s the fact that my ass was grabbed ten times?
No.
Or the massive amounts of alcohol that I am currently soaked in?
Nope.
Maybe the fact my feet feel like they are going to fall off?
