Last call signifies closing time is near, either you place your last order or settle any open tabs. In life, it’s when you’re fed up and a decision must be made … Should I Stay, or Should I Go?
For Lillian Weaver, last call could be a possible end to her seven-year marriage to Blair.
Blair, the owner of a popular bar, B Squared has allowed success to go to his head. Now, his pride and ego are bigger than the promises and plans he once made with his wife. A wife, who no longer recognizes the man Blair has become. He used to be loving and kind, someone she was willing to sacrifice her own dreams for.
Until one day, he changed. His demeaning language and disrespectful actions leaves Lillie confused, hurt and tired. Will Blair’s pride cause Lillie to walk away and him lose it all? You’ll have to find out in this Christian Fiction novella, Last Call.
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“Baby, it’s been too long since I’ve danced,” I tell her.
“Me too but hey, it’s great cardio.”
“Let’s get out of here because I’m starving.”
“We can always hit up CK’s like we used to do in college.”
“Yes,” I sing. “I haven’t been there in forever.”
Thirty minutes later, Hazel and I are enjoying our food.
“So, what are you going to do now that you’re divorced and on your own?” she asks me.
“I’m going back to work at the West Clinic. It’s only part time but I’m excited.”
“Really? Why? I know you don’t need the money.”
“I know but I’ve been helping Perry—”
“Wait,” she interrupts. “Perry is the moving company guy whose wife was your patient before?”
I nod. “Her name is Gillian and she’s going through chemo for the second time in 18 months. I’ve been over to their house a few times helping her after the treatments and I miss it. Not the nastiness of it but the part about caring for the patients.”
“You’ve always been great at that. I remember when your grandmother was sick, you took very good care of her.”
“I know, and God knows I miss them. If my grandpa was still living, I probably would have moved back to Mississippi and reopened the diner.”
“Not that dingy ass diner Blair is always bad mouthing?” she laughs.
“Child forget him. That diner saved his tail, plenty of times after his mom ran off with the money he’d saved for college. Anyway, with BJ turning a year old soon, I think it’s time I do something for me.”
“Well, I think it’s a great idea and I’ll help with BJ.”
“Hazel, thank you.” She is trying to swallow her coffee to stop me from saying it. “No, listen. I never got to thank you for that night at the apartment. I had a feeling Blair was lying but, I was mad and hurt. It seemed like everything was hitting me at once. Man, it felt like my heart was in a vice grip,” I say patting my chest. “Yet, you stayed. Not only that, you prayed and held me into the early morning. Thank you for being there because I needed you.”
Her eyes fill with tears as she grabs my hand.
“Lillie, you’re my best friend. If I can’t be there for you while you’re hurting or willing to petition God, while you’re in the middle of a storm, what good is our friendship? God knows, you’ve been there for me. When I wanted to end my life, you were there,” she shakes her head and wipes the falling tears. “I’m just grateful evil didn’t tear us apart because you know I’d never do anything like that to you, right?”
“I know,” I blow out a breath to calm my emotions and use the napkin to wipe my face. “Okay, enough of this mushy stuff. Tell me what’s been going on with you. We’ve only been talking about me the last six months and I need a change.”
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