Things We Tell Ourselves by Bo Grant EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Bo Grant
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- Genre: contemporary romance
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Camille pulls her cardigan tighter over her chest as the
airport air conditioning chills her back. She didn’t want to be
back in an airport this soon after she and her best
friend/business partner returned from Toronto, but here she
was. Searching the screen mounted above her, she finds her
gate. 4:15 pm Dallas to Los Angeles: Gate 12.
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She takes a left, falling in behind four women, all in their
forties, rolling suitcases almost twice the size of hers. “It
was a steal, I’m telling you,
” the woman pulling the black
Louis Vuitton suitcase says. “There were three of us in the
class, and it only cost eight hundred a piece for him to teach
us how to paint with gold foil like he did in his latest
collection that’s sweeping Europe. None of us did near as
good as him, of course, but it was fun.”
It takes Camille a second to realize that the woman
is talking about spending eight hundred dollars. Not that you
typically pay for stuff any other way, but spending almost a
grand to paint?
“That is a steal,
” the woman beside her with
the hard aluminum suitcase agrees–the two women walking
on the side of her exchange a look. The woman at the end
catches Camille’s attention with a knock-off Michael Kors
bag, who has the same shocked expression on her face. She
leans in toward the woman, pulling an all-black suitcase
with a large, engraved sugar skull across the front of it.
“Is that cheap?” she asks her friend.
The sugar skull woman nods. “Considering one of his
paintings can go for north of ten thousand, it’s cheap, but I
wouldn’t pay two hundred dollars for a painting class unless
it was the artist doing the painting for me.” Camille nods
along with her, not that any of the women notice her behind
them. “I tried to help Charles Jr. with his art project once,
and all I could manage was drawing a stick person with a tuft
of spaghetti hair. You should have seen the look of
disappointment he gave me. You’d think he was my first
husband.”
The two women giggle, causing the woman on the other
end to cut her eyes at them as she continues to describe the
art class. Camille’s cell phone rings, and she slows, parting
from the women. Evelyn’s ringtone blares inside of her
oversized purse as she digs to the bottom for her phone.
“I know, I’m late,
” she answers in a huff. “I’m almost to
the gate.”
“You have over an hour,
” her best friend groans. “You
have plenty of time.”
“You know how I like to be early,
” Camille chuckles. “I’ll
see you in a sec.”
“No,
” Evelyn calls quickly over the phone, her voice
growing louder,
“don’t hang up.”
“I’m here,
” she says, walking up to gate twelve. She looks
around at all of the people waiting idly outside the terminal;
her business partner is nowhere to be found.
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