MEMORIES IN DECEMBER is now available for pre-order on Amazon, as well as on all other digital platforms. So, now I’d like you to meet a few of the characters. For starters, let me introduce you to Siobhan Bendlow, Snug Harbor’s local photographer.
Readers first met Siobhan (briefly) in HOMECOMING IN NOVEMBER when she was one of the friends helping Terri get her tea shop off the ground. But there’s so much more to her than her serving skills. She’s in recovery-mode as a former bulimic, trying to take control of her eating habits, and dealing with the fallout of years of bingeing and purging. Right now, her only remaining family members are driving her crazy. When MEMORIES begins, she’s involved in an argument with her sister, Dee, who has contacted a real estate agent regarding the sale of Siobhan’s current residence:
“She’s interested in selling my house,” I managed to eke through tight teeth.
“It’s not your house, Bon. It was our parents’ house. And, I won’t lie. I could really use the cash the sale could bring in right about now.”
I knew it. I poured a healthy dose of almond milk in my cup, then took a hearty sip before my jaw loosened enough for me to reply, “Yeah, well, I could really use a roof over my head right about now, so rather than tossing my carcass out onto the streets in the dead of winter, I guess you’re gonna have to forego the diamond bracelet or new car you were planning to buy.”
The cluck of her tongue sounded as enraging hundreds of miles away as it did when we shared the same address. “Don’t be so dramatic. God, why do you always have to make it sound like you live in some Charles Dickens novel? I’ve got my own troubles, you know. You’re not the only one with worries looming over her head.”
Why did she have to minimize my problems while exaggerating her own? Why did she always try to make me feel guilty? She had a husband who adored her, a beautiful little girl, and the perfect life in Colorado Springs. Her only trouble was her inability to curb her spending—a problem that had haunted her since she earned her first allowance. I shook my head. Not today. I would not let her derail me from the issue at hand this time. Whatever worries loomed over her head, she wouldn’t solve by kicking me out of my home. Still, I had to make sure I’d have nothing to regret later. “Is anyone sick? Dying? In need of a kidney?”
“What? No, of course not.”
“Then I’m not selling the house,” I insisted. “Definitely not for the next six-and-a-half years, and maybe never.”
Dee sighed. “Mom and Dad babied you too much.”
I fired up my sarcasm engine to respond with some scathing remark about her spending habits but before I could get the words out of my mouth, my Call Waiting beeped. Saved by the bell—literally. “Oops! Hang on a sec. I’ve got another call.”
I didn’t care who was on the other end of the line. I’d even talk to Tanya Albright if it got me off the line with my sister. While gratitude at the intrusion eased my temper, I checked the screen and cringed. Nana Thea. Dang. Did I want to continue battling wits with money-hungry Deirdre or opt for my kooky grandmother? Maybe I could skate away from both of them?
I clicked over to the buzzing line. “Hello?”
“Bon-Bon! How’s my favorite granddaughter?”
Uh-oh. She wanted something. At least I knew it wasn’t my house. She had her own place in Florida, thank God.
Don’t get me wrong. I love the lady. But I swear she must have dropped the brown acid at Woodstock. She had no filter, no sense of decorum. I couldn’t imagine how my mom managed to grow up with Nana as her parental influence. Even Grandpa could never stifle her rowdy spirit.
Poor Siobhan! She has no idea how much her life is about to change.