Chapter One
Exhilaration swelled within Simone as she crossed the
parking lot and sensed the almost electric excitement that
seemed to vibrate the very air around her. It was more than
the deep bass that pulsed rhythmically through the pavement
beneath her feet and made its way all the way up through the
soles of her shoes and inside of her. It was more than the
song, although she realized as she drew closer to the
nightclub that it was a favorite and the tempo made her
heart thump a little harder, made her feel suddenly as if
she was moving to the rhythm she found so appealing. Every
step, every pulse of her heart, even the sway of her body
seemed to synchronize with the rhythm, seemed transformed
into dance, but it was only a manifestation of the joy
surging through her, not the cause of it.
She felt as giddy as a teenager on her first night of
freedom, looking forward to her first taste of the
nightlife, when her entire life lay before her as one great
adventure she couldn’t wait to experience.
She was looking forward to meeting up with her friends
and discovering what the ‘special treat’ was that they’d
thought up to surprise her with for her birthday, but there
was nothing particularly special about the birthday itself.
In point of fact, she’d begun to dread each anniversary that
marked her as another year older, another year past her peak
‘freshness date’. If not for the card she’d received in the
mail, she thought it was more likely that she would being
looking forward to her night with more dread than
anticipation. Very likely she would’ve been trying to think
of a way to wiggle off the hook and stay home to mope.
The unthinkable had happened, though—she hoped.
She’d tried to tamp the almost hysterical thrill that had
swamped her when she’d finally gotten over the shock of the
card. She’d tried not to allow hope to take hold, to brace
herself for bad news, and had failed miserably.
Tomorrow, her heart might be broken, but tonight she was
going to allow herself to believe because she couldn’t
prevent it.
Sharon and Denise were standing in the doorway waiting
for her, she discovered, drinks in hand and a buzz already
going if their behavior was any indication. The minute they
spied her, they started jumping up and down, screaming and
giggling, as ifthey were teenagers when it was as far behind
them as it was her. In point of fact, both of them were
‘settled’ and had been for several years at least. In the
real world, Sharon was a mother of three—two of which were
already in school, or at least pre-school. Denise only had
one chick so far, but she’d given her husband notice that
‘they’ would be pregnant again before the end of the year.
She didn’t want too much of an age difference between her
children.
Maybe they were going through their second childhood,
Simone thought ruefully, trying to tamp the heat of
embarrassment in her cheeks as she waved back at them?
Both women surged forward, breaking the line going in and
pointing her out, reminding the cashier that they’d already
paid her cover charge. The cashier turned to look at her and
motioned her forward.
Glancing apologetically at the people in line around her,
Simone inched around them and held out her hand for the man
at the door to stamp it.
Sharon and Denise grabbed her the minute he’d finished
and dragged her through the door and inside the nightclub.
The noise hit her like a physical blow. The club was rocking
and filled, Simone thought a little worriedly, past the
legal capacity. Was it typical of the place, she wondered?
Or was something special on the agenda for the night?
Talking ninety miles an hour, her two friends plowed
their way through the crowd, dragging her behind them. She
had no idea what their destination was or what they were
saying since she could only catch a word now and then over
the buzz of conversations around her and the blaring music.
Nothing of any real significance, she was sure, but she
smiled and nodded whenever they glanced at her.
It had been a while since she’d been in a bar—several
years, although she wasn’t in the mood to figure it up. She
couldn’t see that things had changed much … except that she
and her friends seemed to fit more into the ‘older’ crowd
instead of the younger crowd that made up the vast majority
of partiers as they once had.
The cloud of smoke floating nearly the ceiling was
absent, too, she noted unhappily, immediately feeling the
pull for a shot of nicotine just because she knew she
couldn’t have it.
She’d always been out of sync with the world, she thought
ruefully, but she’d made up her mind to quit like everyone
else had or was trying to do these days.
And the world was going to be like Eden when all the
smokers were gone, she thought sarcastically, and no one
would ever be sick again!
She banished her smokers’ rant from her mind with an
effort, pushing the urge to rush outside and smoke one back
at the same time and forced a smile to her lips when she saw
that Sharon and Denise had led her to an elevated area in
the very back of the club. Embarrassment flooded her all
over again when she saw they’d decorated the area set aside
for her party. Carla, Meg, and Shelly, friendly
acquaintances from work, bounded up from the benches around
the picnic style table and bounced enthusiastically when she
arrived, screaming, “Yeah! The birthday girl!”
Oh god! How long had they been waiting, she wondered?
“Now we can par-ty!”
Simone couldn’t help but chuckle. “Y’all look like you’ve
already been partying!”
They all looked at each other blankly a moment and burst
out laughing. Sharon signaled frantically for a waitress.
“You’re two jell-shots and one mixed drink behind us! You’ll
have to catch up!”
Discomfort and reluctance flickered through Simone, but
after a moment she dismissed it. She hadn’t planned on
getting drunk, but her friends had gone to a lot of trouble.
She didn’t want to be a party-pooper!
Shrugging, she took the two jell-shots Sharon paid for
and downed them, then ordered a slow-gin fizz. The shots hit
her nearly empty stomach like a volcanic explosion. A wave
of dizziness rolled over her within seconds. The ‘girls’
laughed uproariously when she wobbled in her seat and
grabbed the edges of the table. “My god! What was in that?”
“Absolute devastation!” Denise shot back at her,
laughing. “Knocked you on your ass!”
Duh! It felt like her eyeballs were rolling around in her
head independently. “Oh yeah,” she agreed, chuckling.
“Alrighty, then! Before we all get too snockered to
figure out who brought what, you have to do the unwrapping
thing!”
“Oh, you didn’t!” Simone exclaimed. She’d noticed the
pile of gifts on the table immediately, of course, but she’d
thought it was just there for decoration.
“Shut up and open them!” Sharon ordered her, grabbing one
from the pile and shoving it at her. “This is from me.”
A bizarre sense of unreality swept over her, but Simone
grinned at her long time friend and tore at the package with
slightly exaggerated enthusiasm for her friend’s benefit.
Two tiny pieces of fabric joined with long, thin straps fell
out on the table. It was cherry red—whatever it was. Simone
stared at it blankly.
Sharon uttered a snorting, crow of a laugh and snatched
it up to display it. “Swim suit!”
“Where’s the rest of it?” Simone asked, struggling with a
mixture of horror and amusement.
Sharon ‘modeled’ it for them, holding the itsy bitsy top
over her breasts and then swinging the even briefer bottom
by one finger. “This is it!”
“I’m not wearing that—anywhere!” Simone said, laughing.
“Yes, you are!” Sharon and Denise both exclaimed in a
singsong chorus, wearing almost identical conspiratorial grins.
Her drink arrived. Denise threw a bill on the tray before
Simone could drag money out to pay. “Nope! Birthday girl
doesn’t pay—until we run out of money, anyway!”
More than a little uncomfortable, Simone smiled and
thanked them, taking a fortifying sip before she picked up
the next package and looked at it suspiciously. She already
had a hell of a buzz from the two shots, but she wasn’t
nearly toasted enough that it didn’t occur to her that her
‘gifts’ were probably going to get progressively more
embarrassing.