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There was not a single mention of coffee making – Friday Fiction

There was not a single mention of coffee making – Friday Fiction

The large block of copy about her employment at Gift Industry News
continued on a second page—“thorough knowledge of collectibles
industry,” “editorial and proofreading supervision.” There was not a
single mention of coffee-making. The lower portion of the page listed
Lindsay’s activities in high school and college: “student council,” “chess
club,” “editorial staff,” “cheerleading”…

“Wow,” Lindsay said and leaned back in the chair. None of the
things listed were lies but where she’d been seeing herself as a deflated
balloon, this resumé was pumped full of helium. It was big, round, plump
and ready to soar. She printed three copies, then dashed into the living
room and threw both arms around her Dad.

“Thank you,” she said, “thank you, thank you, thank you!”

John looked at her with a puzzled expression. “For what?”

Lindsay knew it was so like her dad to shy away from taking credit
even when he’d done something spectacular, and she laughed. “For
fixing my resumé.”

“I didn’t—”

“Oh, come on, I know—”

“No, Lindsay, I didn’t,” he said, and this time the deadpan
expression on his face meant he was telling the truth. He turned to
Eleanor. “You were on the computer a while ago, did you—”

The edge of a smile curled Eleanor’s lips ever so slightly. “It wasn’t
me. I was looking up that recipe for crab cakes. I thought maybe I’d
make them for dinner tomorrow.”

“Well, then who…”

Eleanor and John both shrugged, but hers was definitely a bit less
emphatic.

Lindsay left the room scratching her head. Her father was telling the
truth, she was certain of it. She’d had twenty-seven years of watching his
expressions, and she knew every single one. Tonight his look hadn’t
been one of false modesty; it was bewilderment. Yet Eleanor…
It made no sense. Eleanor wouldn’t have known those things about
her high school years, she wouldn’t have known about the sorority, and
yet…

“Impossible,” Lindsay muttered as she trotted up the staircase.
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About the author

Bette Lee Crosby

USA Today Bestselling and Award-winning novelist Bette Lee Crosby's books are "Well-crafted storytelling populated by memorable characters caught up in equally memorable circumstances." - Midwest Book Review The Seattle Post Intelligencer says Crosby's writing is, "A quirky mix of Southern flair, serious thoughts about important things in life and madcap adventures." Samantha from Reader's Favorite raves, "Crosby writes the type of book you can't stop thinking about long after you put it down." "Storytelling is in my blood," Crosby laughingly admits, "My mom was not a writer, but she was a captivating storyteller, so I find myself using bits and pieces of her voice in most everything I write." It is the wit and wisdom of that Southern Mama Crosby brings to her works of fiction; the result is a delightful blend of humor, mystery and romance along with a cast of quirky charters who will steal your heart away. Her work was first recognized in 2006 when she received The National League of American Pen Women Award for a then unpublished manuscript. She has since gone on to win nineteen awards for her work; these include: TheRoyal Palm Literary Award, the FPA President's Book Award Gold Medal, Reader's Favorite Award Gold Medal, and the Reviewer's Choice Award.

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