the governor and even God Himself would shut this place down if they did.”
Melanie followed Samantha along the hallway. “Doing the show was the only thing that was interesting around here.”
“Liar, liar,” Melba said as she cruised past and grabbed her jacket from the rack in an alcove near the offices. “Don’t let her give you any of that bull.” Her elegant eyebrows lifted a notch. “There’s a new man in our girl’s life.”
Melanie blushed and rolled her expressive eyes. “
True?” Sam asked as she turned a corner and slipped through the door to the studio. The information about her assistant wasn’t exactly a news flash. Melanie had a new boyfriend every other week, or so it seemed.
“This one’s serious.” Melba tucked her umbrella under her arm. “Believe me, the girl’s in loooove.”
“It’s only been a couple of dates. That’s all.” Melanie fiddled with the chain around her neck. “No big deal.”
“But you like him?”
“So far.”
“Do I know him?”
“Nah.” Melanie shook her head, then slipped into the adjoining booth. “I’ll start screening the calls,” she said, as Sam settled into her chair and adjusted the mike. She checked the computer screen. With a touch of her finger on the appropriate button on the monitor, she could play apretaped advertisement, the opening music, or the weather. She placed headphones over her ears as Melanie nodded, indicating that the phone lines were working and connected to the computer.
Sam waited until the thirty-second advertising spot for a local car dealer had finished, then pressed a button and the first few notes of “Hard Day’s Night” by the Beatles soared, then faded. Sam leaned into the mike. “Good evening, New Orleans, this is Dr. Sam. I’m back. And this is
Midnight Confessions,
here at WSLJ. As you probably know, I was out of town for a little R&R in Mexico. Mazatlán, to be precise.” She leaned her elbows on her desk and kept one eye on the computer screen. “It was a beautiful place, very romantic, if you were in the right frame of mind, but rather than give you a blow-by-blow travelogue, I thought I’d settle in with kind of a light topic, just to get back in the swing of things.
“As this is my first night back, I thought we’d open the discussion tonight by talking about vacations, how stressful they are, how relaxing they’re supposed to be, what’s considered romantic. Call in and tell me where you’ve been and how it turned out. In Mazatlán, the weather was hot, hot, hot, the sunsets to die for. Plenty of hot sun and sand, lots of couples strolling along the beach. Palm trees, white sand, piña coladas, the whole nine yards…”
She talked about romantic vacations for a few minutes and gave out the phone number, again asking for callers, waiting for a response. Glancing through the plate-glass window she saw Melanie, headphones in place, nodding as the phone lines began to light. Here we go.
The first caller’s name, Ned, appeared on the screen beside line one, while someone named Luanda was on two. Sam pushed the first button and said, “Hi. This is Dr. Sam. Who’s this?”
“Yeah, this is Ned.” The guy sounded nervous. “I, um,I’m glad you’re back. I listen to your program all the time, and…and I gotta say I missed ya.”
“Thanks.” Samantha smiled slightly and tried to put the guy at ease. “Well, Ned, what’s on your mind? Have you been on a vacation lately?”
“Yeah, uh, I, uh, took the missus on a trip down to Puerto Rico, it was about two months ago, and…well, it was kinda to make up…y’know.”
“Make up for what?” she asked.
“Well, I’d been seein’ someone else and me and the wife, we split for a while, so I decided to surprise her with a trip to the Caribbean, you know, to try and get things back together.”
“And what happened, Ned?” Sam asked, as the guy haltingly poured out his heart. Another midlife fling. His second, he admitted, but
Melanie followed Samantha along the hallway. “Doing the show was the only thing that was interesting around here.”
“Liar, liar,” Melba said as she cruised past and grabbed her jacket from the rack in an alcove near the offices. “Don’t let her give you any of that bull.” Her elegant eyebrows lifted a notch. “There’s a new man in our girl’s life.”
Melanie blushed and rolled her expressive eyes. “
True?” Sam asked as she turned a corner and slipped through the door to the studio. The information about her assistant wasn’t exactly a news flash. Melanie had a new boyfriend every other week, or so it seemed.
“This one’s serious.” Melba tucked her umbrella under her arm. “Believe me, the girl’s in loooove.”
“It’s only been a couple of dates. That’s all.” Melanie fiddled with the chain around her neck. “No big deal.”
“But you like him?”
“So far.”
“Do I know him?”
“Nah.” Melanie shook her head, then slipped into the adjoining booth. “I’ll start screening the calls,” she said, as Sam settled into her chair and adjusted the mike. She checked the computer screen. With a touch of her finger on the appropriate button on the monitor, she could play apretaped advertisement, the opening music, or the weather. She placed headphones over her ears as Melanie nodded, indicating that the phone lines were working and connected to the computer.
Sam waited until the thirty-second advertising spot for a local car dealer had finished, then pressed a button and the first few notes of “Hard Day’s Night” by the Beatles soared, then faded. Sam leaned into the mike. “Good evening, New Orleans, this is Dr. Sam. I’m back. And this is
Midnight Confessions,
here at WSLJ. As you probably know, I was out of town for a little R&R in Mexico. Mazatlán, to be precise.” She leaned her elbows on her desk and kept one eye on the computer screen. “It was a beautiful place, very romantic, if you were in the right frame of mind, but rather than give you a blow-by-blow travelogue, I thought I’d settle in with kind of a light topic, just to get back in the swing of things.
“As this is my first night back, I thought we’d open the discussion tonight by talking about vacations, how stressful they are, how relaxing they’re supposed to be, what’s considered romantic. Call in and tell me where you’ve been and how it turned out. In Mazatlán, the weather was hot, hot, hot, the sunsets to die for. Plenty of hot sun and sand, lots of couples strolling along the beach. Palm trees, white sand, piña coladas, the whole nine yards…”
She talked about romantic vacations for a few minutes and gave out the phone number, again asking for callers, waiting for a response. Glancing through the plate-glass window she saw Melanie, headphones in place, nodding as the phone lines began to light. Here we go.
The first caller’s name, Ned, appeared on the screen beside line one, while someone named Luanda was on two. Sam pushed the first button and said, “Hi. This is Dr. Sam. Who’s this?”
“Yeah, this is Ned.” The guy sounded nervous. “I, um,I’m glad you’re back. I listen to your program all the time, and…and I gotta say I missed ya.”
“Thanks.” Samantha smiled slightly and tried to put the guy at ease. “Well, Ned, what’s on your mind? Have you been on a vacation lately?”
“Yeah, uh, I, uh, took the missus on a trip down to Puerto Rico, it was about two months ago, and…well, it was kinda to make up…y’know.”
“Make up for what?” she asked.
“Well, I’d been seein’ someone else and me and the wife, we split for a while, so I decided to surprise her with a trip to the Caribbean, you know, to try and get things back together.”
“And what happened, Ned?” Sam asked, as the guy haltingly poured out his heart. Another midlife fling. His second, he admitted, but
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