Key of Valor
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“I have appointments,” Zoe said dully. “I’m nearly booked solid for Saturday already, and there’s two manis, a pedi, a cut and color, and two massages for Friday. I have a mother-daughter facial booked for next week. For next week.”
“We need to celebrate,” Malory decided. “Why don’t we have any champagne around here? We could make mimosas if we only had champagne and orange juice.”
“The phone was ringing when I walked in,” Zoe continued in the same dazed voice. “It wasn’t even nine o’clock and the phone was ringing. Everyone’s saying how they read the article in the paper. I want to marry Flynn and have his babies. I’m sorry, Malory. I feel I must.”
“Get in line.” Malory grabbed the newspaper Zoe had on the station. “Look at us. Don’t we look great?”
She held up the page that carried the photograph of the three of them, arms around each other’s waists, as they stood in the hallway that linked their three enterprises. “Price, McCourt, and Steele,” she read, “the beauty and the brains behind Indulgence.”
“I have to say, he really did a solid job on the article.” Dana leaned over Malory’s shoulder to scan it again. “We come across great, but then, hey, that’s a given. But he really got the point of our place across. The fun factor. Then there’s the whole local women, revitalizing property, giving a boost to Valley economy, blah blah blah. That gets people interested.”
“And we look really hot,” Zoe added. “Which never hurts. I read the article before breakfast, then I had to pull over on the drive here and read it again.”
“I’ll have it framed,” Malory said. “We’ll hang a copy in the kitchen.” She pulled a notebook out of her purse to write it down. “Oh, while I’ve got this out, we need to make sure we check on the refreshments we’re serving at Friday’s opening. I’ll take the bakery. Dana, you’ve got the drinks, Zoe, the fruit and cheese.”
“My phone’s ringing again,” Zoe said, and shocked everyone by bursting into tears.
“Uh-oh. You take her.” Malory pointed at Dana. “I’ll get that.” She dashed to reception as Dana yanked tissues from the box on the station and pressed them into Zoe’s hands.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Why do I keep doing this?”
“Don’t sweat it. Go on, let it out.”
She couldn’t stop, and only managed a choked sob and a wave of her hand when Malory came back.
“Let’s go down to the kitchen and have some tea.” Briskly, Malory pulled Zoe to her feet, and tucking an arm around her waist, led her out of the salon.
“Okay, good. God, what an ass.” Zoe blew her nose fiercely. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“It might be having a business about to open, a quest coming up on deadline, a man. And the combination of those bringing just a little hint of stress into your life. Here, now, sweetie, let’s all take ten.”
“I feel so stupid.” Still sniffling, Zoe let Malory ease her into a chair in the kitchen. “What have I got to cry about? Everything’s great, everything’s wonderful.” Tears flooded again, and she simply laid her head on the table and wept. “I’m scared out of my mind.”
“It’s all right.” Standing behind her, Malory rubbed her shoulders while Dana put on the kettle for tea. “It’s all right to be scared, honey.”
“I don’t have time to be scared. I have my own salon. I’ve been thinking about how I could build up to this for almost ten years, and now it’s real. My phone’s ringing. It makes me so happy, so why am I falling apart?”
“I’m scared, too.”
Zoe lifted her head, blinked at Malory. “You are?”
“Terrified. When I first started reading Flynn’s article, I got this buzzing in my ears and this metallic taste in the back of my throat. The happier I got, the louder the buzzing, and the more I had to keep swallowing back that taste.”
“I keep waking up in the middle of the night.” Dana turned from the stove. “I think: I’m opening a bookstore, and the butterflies wake up in my stomach and have a party.”
“Oh, thank God.” Outrageously relieved, Zoe pressed her fingers to her temples. “Thank God. It’s okay when I’m busy, when I’m doing something or thinking about all the things I have to do. But sometimes when I stop and it all hits me, I want to lock myself in a nice dark closet and whimper. And at the same time I want to turn cartwheels. I’m making myself crazy.”
“We’re all in the same boat,” Dana said, “and it’s been christened Neuroses.”
Zoe managed a watery smile as Dana set colorful cups on the table. “I’m really glad both of you are crazy, too. I was feeling like such an idiot. There’s more. I think I know where the key is. Not exactly,” she said quickly when Malory’s hands jumped on her shoulders. “But I think it’s at Bradley’s. There’s something about the house, and when I turned that angle over in my head yesterday, it just seemed to open up. It feels right to me. And because it does, because it feels as if I’m one step away from finding it, I’m all twisted up inside.”
“Because you’re close to finding it?” Malory asked. “Or because it’s Brad’s?”
“Both.” Zoe picked up her cup, held it in both hands. “Everything’s coming to a head. The quest, this place. I’ve been so focused on both things since September that now that they’re both so close to finished, I know I have to start looking beyond that, to what happens next. And I can’t see it. Having this, well, these big purposes, pushed me along. Now I’m going to have to deal with the results.”
“You won’t have to deal with them by yourself,” Malory reminded her.
“I know. That’s another part of it. I’m used to dealing with things on my own. In my life I’ve never been as close to anyone, other than Simon, as I am to the two of you. It’s like this incredible gift. Here are these two wonderful women, and they’ll be your friends. Your family.”
“Jeez, Zoe.” Dana picked up one of the scrunched tissues. “You’re going to get me started.”