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worry about it, okay? Just don’t worry about it.”
    I flung the phone on the floor on the passenger side of my car and gripped the steering wheel tightly. Myles had pissed me off again. Now some perfectly good tickets would go to waste because I was in no mood to go see a play.

Chapter 4
    W e had been back and forth over this issue so many times my head hurt. But I refused to budge.
    “This is ridiculous, Rae,” Ian, my producer, said. He turned to my news director, Richard, who was sitting in the conference room with us while we went over ideas for upcoming shows. “Richard, tell her it’s just a show.”
    Richard, who hadn’t even been paying attention, looked up from the notepad he was doodling on. “Huh?”
    “Tell her this is a great idea and she’s just being difficult,” Ian said.
    “Uh, Rae, listen to him. It’s a great idea and you’re being difficult.”
    I shook my head, disgusted not only by Richard’s lack of management skills lately, but by his overall appearance. “Richard, do you even know what he’s talking about?”
    “Yeah, of course. Um, he wants us to um, do a show, um, and uh, I’m just here to listen and supervise,” he snapped.
    We both looked at him strangely. His eyes were deep pink, his hair disheveled and he looked like he was totally spaced out. Richard had shocked us when he even showed up to our editorial meeting because normally he left the story planning up to us. But he had been acting stranger by the day.
    I blew Richard off. It was obvious his body was in the meeting room with us, but his mind was totally somewhere else. “Find another topic,” I told Ian. I rubbed my temples. I was still upset about wasting those play tickets last night.
    “But it will be Mother’s Day and what better topic to do than mother/daughter relationships. I think it would be great for you to bring your mother on. We’d even fly her in from…where does she live again?”
    I tensed up. I couldn’t even remember what lie I had told him. That’s the trouble with lies, you have to remember them. “Ian, just drop it. I’m not doing a show with my mother.”
    “Fine, I can understand you don’t want to have your own mother on, but what’s the big deal about having other mothers on?”
    “The big deal is I don’t want to do it and I’m not going to do it,” I snapped. The real reason was I couldn’t stand to look at some happy-go-lucky mother and daughter talking about how great their relationship was. I didn’t need any reminder of how screwed up my own relationship with Rose was.
    “Will you at least consider the idea?” Ian pleaded.
    “No! Let’s move on already! There are a lot more pressing issues going on. You need to find them.” My head was throbbing and Ian was getting on my last nerve. “I have to go.”
    I stood up, nearly knocking over my chair, and paced along the conference room table. I didn’t need to deal with memories of my mother on top of all this drama with Myles. I called him until four in the morning, but he didn’t answer my calls. I only knew he was home because I drove by his house at two. I should’ve gotten out but I didn’t want him to think I was checking up on him, so I went home to wait for his call. It never came. That truly pissed me off and made my tolerance level really low.
    “I think you’re being unreasonable, Rae,” Ian said.
    “You want unreasonable, I’ll show you unreasonable.” With that, I turned and stormed out, leaving Ian sitting in the conference room. I ducked into my office, grabbed my purse, and headed out the back door to my car. I needed to get away. Go somewhere and calm down. Just escape. It was only ten o’clock and we weren’t taping my show today, so I had plenty of time before having to do the newscast at six. An afternoon of pampering at the Escape Day Spa was just what I needed.
    Despite my best efforts, as I sped down Interstate 45 toward the spa, I couldn’t get my mother out of my mind. Images of