Better Than This

  better

  than

  this

  Copyright © 2018 by Cathy Zane

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  Published: 2018

  Printed in the United States of America

  ISBN: 978-1-63152-403-5 paperback

  978-1-63152-404-2 ebook

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2018932741

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  for Ruth

  Chapter 1

  Sarah’s gaze traveled to the darkening sky just outside her classroom windows. It was one of those days when the grayness felt suffocating. After nearly ten years in Seattle, she longed for the abundant sunshine of her Southern California hometown. She never imagined she would settle here when she came for college, or that she’d end up teaching high school English, but here she was. Life never turns out as you expect. There are always unexpected turns and detours along the way.

  She sighed and glanced at the industrial clock on the wall. Ten seconds until the final bell. Leave it to you, yet again, to be the buzz-kill, the voice in her head admonished. She couldn’t help feeling a bit like the Wicked Witch when it came to assigning homework, especially on the weekend. She looked out at her students as they crammed books and notebooks into their already overflowing backpacks. A few were already done and positioned to bolt out the door. She inhaled deeply before broadcasting her voice over the noisy activity.

  “Remember that your essays are due next Friday. If you don’t have a rough draft completed, be sure to finish it before Monday.”

  There it is, she thought as several students grimaced and moaned. The audible groan. Never mind that they were supposed to have the draft finished this week! She wasn’t going to be the bad guy in this scenario. Besides, it was supposed to rain all weekend. They’d have plenty of time indoors to work on it.

  Sarah’s internal dialogue continued as the bell rang, drowning out the frenetic chatter of her students as they bumped and jostled their way out of class. She hoped the rain would hold off until the morning. Slogging around in a downpour never worked when you needed to look good, and she definitely needed to look good tonight. Things hadn’t been going well with Robert lately. He was distant and irritable and nothing she did seemed to please him. He was always traveling for work and they never had fun together anymore. She had tried to convince herself that maybe it was to be expected after five years of marriage, especially with a kid and busy jobs. But other people managed to do it. Why couldn’t they? You should try harder. You need to do something to rekindle the romance. To make him happy. To get things back to the way they were.

  Her thoughts wandered back to the moment she and Robert met. It was the beginning of her senior year of college and she’d been going through a tough time: her boyfriend of two years had graduated the previous semester, and when he did he’d decided they should break up. She was devastated. The school library felt claustrophobic, so she spent her study time at a nearby Starbucks. The constant bustle made her feel less alone and, ironically, helped her concentrate. It kept her mental demons at bay.

  The last thing on her mind had been meeting someone new. She smiled now as she remembered picking up her coffee and crashing into Robert as she turned away from the counter. He was incredibly handsome, and old enough to be her father. And he was clearly not happy about the coffee now decorating his crisp white button-down shirt.

  Sarah’s immediate reaction had been one of fear, like a child waiting to be smacked. She blabbered an apology and, on the verge of tears, waited for him to yell. But he didn’t. His anger just melted away and he smiled that charming smile of his. He was so charismatic and playful. He made her feel comfortable and at ease. And he made her laugh.

  She missed that. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d laughed together. And she was at a loss about what to do to make things better. There must be something you can do. You need to put forth more of an effort. Stop being lazy about it.

  She jumped slightly when Maggie bounced through the door, dressed, as always, in an odd assortment of what Sarah considered mismatched clothes. Maggie called it her own unique style. Sarah thought of it as a mix of old hippie and Earth Mother. As a loyal Nordstrom shopper, she thought the “style” part of Maggie’s dress was debatable. But unique? That she couldn’t argue with.

  Maggie dramatically threw herself backward across Sarah’s desk. “Thank God! Another week over.”

  “Ah, ever the dedicated teacher!” Sarah pushed her back up off the desk.

  “Hell yeah! Dedicated to getting out of here.” Maggie motioned toward the door. “Let’s get going. I want to buy you a birthday drink.”

  Sarah glanced up at the clock and shook her head. “No time. I need to get Lizzy from day care and pick up my dress for tonight from the cleaners.” Her mind was already spinning with all the things she needed to do before Robert got home.

  Maggie frowned. “Your dress? For Luigi’s?” She motioned toward Sarah’s tailored slacks and cashmere sweater. “You’d be fine like that.”

  Sarah turned away and busied herself with straightening her desk and packing up her bag. “Change of plans. We’re going to Maxwell’s,” she said without looking up.

  “Maxwell’s? Seriously? You hate that stuffy old place.”

  “I know,” Sarah said, trying to sound upbeat and nonchalant. “Normally it wouldn’t be my first choice. But Robert made a big deal about wanting to go to a nice restaurant for my birthday. And I think he’s right. I want it to be a nice night.”

  Maggie frowned, then shrugged and slumped down into a chair. “If you say so.” Her disappointment filled the room like a dark cloud. Sarah was always amazed at how quickly her friend’s mood could change. And she couldn’t deal with it today. She was stressed enough on her own. She needed to fix this.

  “How about I take a rain check for next week? You can buy me a beer then.”

  Maggie didn’t respond and Sarah knew what her silence meant: she was planning her next argument. She’d never give up without a fight. She was one of the most persistent people Sarah had ever met. And she always managed to get her way. So, when she brightened and sat up in her chair, Sarah braced herself. Be strong, Sarah. You know you shouldn’t go today.

  Maggie motioned toward the clock. “You know, we still have time. One quick drink and then I promise to have you on your way by four fifteen. That’ll give you plenty of time to get to the cleaners.”

  “I’m sorry, Mags, but I really can’t. I need to get some food for the sitter and—”

  “You can do that after the cleaners,” Maggie said, jumping up from her chair.

  “I don’t know . . .” The voice in Sarah’s head was shouting. This is a terrible idea. Don’t encourage her. You can’t be late or the cleaners will close. You have to have that dress. You know Robert wants
you to wear it. You can’t start the night off with him in a bad mood.

  Maggie dropped to her knees, hands folded prayer-like, in front of Sarah. “Please. Please. Don’t make me drink alone. I need you! Please don’t abandon me. I would never abandon you. Just one drink. That’s all I ask.”

  Sarah rolled her eyes. “You’re seriously pathetic. Get up . . .”

  Maggie jumped up, bouncing and pumping her arms like a cheerleader. “Say you’ll go! Say you’ll go! Say you’ll go!”

  Sarah looked nervously at the door. Someone is going to hear her. This is really embarrassing. You need to get her to stop. She’s doing this on purpose. She totally knows how to mess with you. “You’re crazy, you know that? Now stop!” she said in barely more than a whisper as she glanced toward the door again.

  Maggie stopped, slumped down onto the top of a desk, and feigned a pout. “What? You don’t like my cheerleader routine?”

  “Cheer-bully, more like.”

  Maggie shrugged. “Whatever works. So, you’ll go?”

  “Okay, but only one quick drink.” Sarah had a nagging feeling she was going to regret this, but she pushed it away. Maggie was right. She was her best friend; she shouldn’t let her down. “I mean, I can’t miss celebrating with my BFF!”

  “Damn straight!” Maggie grinned and linked her arm through Sarah’s. “Rusty Hub, here we come!”

  A cold wind and light rain hit Sarah’s face when they stepped out the front door of the school. She frowned when she looked up at the dark sky and unhooked her arm from Maggie’s so she could get her umbrella out of her bag.

  “This is not good,” she said more to herself than to Maggie. She prayed that it wouldn’t rain any harder—that the real storm would at least hold off until after she and Robert got home from dinner.

  “Oh, come on! It’s just a little rain. Chill out and enjoy,” Maggie said and then burst into a booming, “I’m singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain,” twirling around a street sign, a mailbox, and a fire hydrant as she sang.

  Sarah looked around nervously to see if anyone was watching. She hated it when Maggie acted like this. It always made her question how they’d ever become friends in the first place. A classic case of opposites attract, she decided.

  “Please stop. You’re embarrassing me.”

  Maggie laughed, linking her arm back through Sarah’s. “I know. That’s what makes it so much fun. You really need to lighten up a little. And I’m the one to help you do it. That’s my gift to you, my dear Sarah. Happy birthday!”

  Sarah raised her eyebrows. “I thought you were buying me a beer for my birthday.”

  Maggie reached out to open the door of the Rusty Hub. “That too!”

  Sarah closed her umbrella and stepped inside as Maggie held the door. It was a little busier than usual. There were only a few seats left at the long mahogany bar, and most of the booths were full. Probably the weather. It was a good place to escape the cold and rain.

  Maggie pushed past Sarah, who had stopped to put her umbrella in the bin by the door. “I’m going to grab those stools,” she said, nodding toward the only two adjacent seats still left at the bar.

  Sarah looked around as she followed Maggie across the room. She always felt nervous that she might see someone who knew Robert, but in all the time they’d been coming here, it had never happened. This really wasn’t the kind of place Robert’s acquaintances would frequent. She told herself to relax and scooted up onto the barstool next to Maggie.

  “Hey there, stranger,” Maggie said to Alex, the bartender, who was stacking some clean beer glasses behind the bar. He looked up and smiled.

  “Well if it isn’t the Dynamic Duo! What can I get you today? The usual?”

  Sarah nodded as Maggie interjected, “And the wings platter. In honor of the birthday girl!”

  “No—” Sarah started to object but then stopped herself. Why bother? The strongest linebacker in the NFL couldn’t stop Maggie once she’d made up her mind about something. Might as well just go with it.

  “Well, happy birthday!” Alex said.

  Sarah smiled. “Thanks.”

  Alex called out the order for the wings as he pulled the tap to fill two glasses. He tossed a couple of coasters onto the bar and sat their beers down in front of them. “Enjoy!”

  Maggie raised her glass to Sarah as Alex moved to greet an attractive man who had just taken a single seat at the other end of the bar. Sarah noticed her checking him out. She grinned. “Like what you see, huh?”

  Maggie sighed deeply. “A girl can dream.”

  “Whatever happened with your date from last weekend?” Sarah asked—and then immediately scolded herself. You idiot. You should have asked her on Monday. How could you have forgotten that!? You really are a lousy friend sometimes.

  “Total bust.” Maggie sipped her beer. “I need to take a break from the online stuff. It’s just too weird to me. It’s like shopping for shoes. Lots look good until you try them on.”

  Sarah followed Maggie’s gaze back to the dream guy, who was now talking to the equally attractive woman sitting next to him.

  “Do you think he knows her?” Maggie asked. “Or did they just meet? Do people ever really meet someone decent in a bar? I certainly never have.”

  Sarah didn’t answer. She knew the questions were rhetorical.

  Maggie turned back to Sarah. “I’m officially on a break. Time to focus on me for a while. I was thinking of trying that yoga class you told me about.”

  “That would be great,” Sarah said, and then stopped to consider what to say next. She needed to be careful. Talking to Maggie about her luck with guys was dangerous territory. The flypaper of her fun, crazy persona tended to catch the equally fun but non-committing types. And she inevitably got swallowed up by a black hole when she talked about it. Sarah couldn’t go there today. She needed this to be a quick drink. Better to shift gears to safer territory. Something that would provide a distraction.

  “Could you believe Jessica in the staff meeting this morning?” she said, shaking her head.

  Maggie loved to dissect colleagues, especially when they acted in ways she found offensive or suspect. Sarah watched her guilt creep in. She felt like a terrible person when she gossiped, but her anxiety about her evening with Robert was eating away at her and she was feeling desperate. This was an emergency, she rationalized. She couldn’t deal with Maggie in a puddle today.

  “Oh, my God!” Maggie said, taking the bait. “She is such a lame suck-up. She totally said the complete opposite thing to me last week. She’s just trying to impress McCarthy. I know she has her eye on the department chair position. It’s total bullshit. I have half a mind to . . .”

  And we’re off, Sarah thought as her mind raced forward into the evening ahead. She had to get Lizzy, pick up her dress, and then make a quick stop for some food. Something the babysitter could heat up easily. Then she’d get Lizzy into the bath so she could change and put her hair up. Oh, and she couldn’t forget to check the house to make sure everything was tidy the way Robert liked it . . .

  Chapter 2

  It had taken longer than Sarah anticipated to pick Lizzy up and now she was running late for the cleaners. If she didn’t get that dress, Robert would be disappointed and the evening would be ruined. Serves you right. You are so stupid. You knew the Rusty Hub was a bad idea. Why do you let Maggie talk you into things so easily? You’ll never learn.

  She slammed on her brakes, nearly rear-ending the car in front of her, when the driver hesitated at the four-way stop. The traffic was ridiculous. Why do drivers turn into morons when it rains? She glanced down at the clock and pounded on the steering wheel. “Oh, come on!” She winced and rubbed her chest before plunging her hand into her purse on the seat beside her, searching for her TUMS. You seriously need to clean out your purse. It’s a mess. No wonder you can never find anything.

  “What’s the matter, Mommy?” Lizzy asked from the backseat. Sarah glanced in the rearview mirr
or at her daughter, who’d been narrating a gossip session between two Barbie dolls about which girls liked which boys at school. What five-year-old thinks like that? Sarah certainly hadn’t when she was five.

  “Nothing. Just lots of traffic.”

  Lizzy became more animated. “We made bird feeders at school today!”

  “That’s nice,” Sarah said, fighting the urge to scream. Sometimes Lizzy’s precociousness was more than she could handle.

  “Mrs. Johnson said they have to dry, but we can bring them home next week.”

  “Great,” Sarah said as she finally made it through the intersection. She glanced back in the rearview mirror and noticed Lizzy looking around, confused.

  “Mommy, this is the wrong way.”

  Sarah pressed on the gas pedal and navigated a quick left turn in front of traffic into the strip mall. “I have to stop at the cleaners.”

  “What for?”

  “A dress.”

  “What for?”

  “I need it for dinner tonight with Daddy. Now, stop with the questions,” she said, barely containing her urge to yell and cry all at the same time. She glanced at the clock as she pulled into a parking spot in front of the cleaners. 5:02. She grabbed her purse and turned back to Lizzy.

  “Let’s go.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “Lizzy, please. I’m in a hurry.”

  Lizzy crossed her arms. “No. You can’t make me.”

  Sarah felt her body tense. She was not in the mood for this today. “We have to go! Right now!” She got out of the car, slammed her door, and pulled Lizzy’s door open forcefully. Lizzy was getting too big to carry, but if she was going to be a total brat then Sarah had no other choice. She unbuckled Lizzy and pulled her out of the car.

  Lizzy started kicking and screaming. “No. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to get my dress wet.”

  Sarah looked around. People are going to think you’re a terrible mother. And it’s true. You can’t even get your own kid to behave.