Landie’s Advice To Cary

Landie had prepared food in advance for the weekend, so there would more time for her and Cary to talk. When Cary arrived, a pot of coffee was waiting, along with a small platter of Landie’s famous Lemon Bars. The stage was set for a conversation along whatever lines Cary might need for advice.

   She got right to the point, not surprising Landie on speed or subject.
“I think I’m in love with Mike Webster,” Cary said matter-of-factually.
“And what makes you think that?” Landie was smiling, Cary figured, because she probably already knew the answer.
“Because I’m miserable when he goes away,” she said, “. . . and I think he is, too.”
“That’s a start.” Soft words from her friend. “Have you given any thought to spending some uninterrupted time together? Do you think Mike would be open to that idea?”
Landie had a way of getting right to the heart of the matter, whatever it might be.
“From the phone conversations we’ve had,” Landie said, “I don’t think you’ve spent more than a very few hours together—really together, I mean.”
She gave it a few moments, and then asked, “Am I right?”
Cary had to agree that her elderly friend was indeed right.
“Maybe the two of you could get away for a few days—maybe even a week. No phones, no assignments, nothing to concentrate on but each other.”
The thought of having some time really alone sounded dreamy to Cary. But how? She wasn’t even sure she could reach Webster, and to entice him into some days away from everything and everyone?
“I don’t know if it’s possible,” she told Landie. “I don’t know how to reach Mike directly. I would have to make some calls and someone would have to have him call me.”
“So it’s too much trouble to even try,” Landie said with a smile. “I guess I misunderstood how important this is to you.”
Cary smiled too. “You’re right, of course. Mike and I should spend some time alone.” She thought about it, Landie sitting quietly—allowing her to work it out for herself.
“I’m going to do it,” she said to Landie. “Maybe his boss will get a message to Mike. I have Jack Robbins cell number and he seems to like me—and he certainly likes Mike,” Cary said as an afterthought.
Emphasizing the point in her own way and to her satisfaction, Cary reached for one of Landie’s Lemon Bars, dropped it on a saucer and licked the powdered sugar from her fingers, saying, “There!”

Watch for the continuation of this conversation coming soon in Landie’s Blog.

 

 

 

 

 

Finally, A Job!

On Monday morning, he began his search for a job. That task would not be easy, he quickly realized. A high school diploma did not qualify him for much. Combine that with his youth and inexperience, Webster realized employers would not come beating a path to his new apartment door.
A week later, Mrs. Collins asked Webster if he was planning to go to college. He gave her a brief history of his education, doubting if he could qualify and pass entrance exams. Even if he could get in, Webster thought, he couldn’t afford to go.
“Do you have a job?”
“Not yet.”
The next evening Webster heard her come home from work, then a knock at his inside door. When he answered, Mrs. Collins asked again if he’d any luck in his search.
When said he no, she told him he should report to her office at nine o’clock the next morning—clean and presentable and preferably with shirt and tie. The woman handed him a card with an impressive firm name and address. She had mentioned that she worked for a law firm located in Georgetown.
The lady had neglected to say the law firm was the largest in Georgetown, with international clients that included several countries. And there was a very impressive list of domestic clients Webster was to learn about in the coming weeks. Mrs. Collins had also not mentioned that she was office manager for the entire firm and private secretary to the senior founding partner.
Webster was to be her new personal assistant.