Authors: Judith K. Ivie
Swan Song (26 page)
Work was one of them. For the past two years, since meeting at the downtown Hartford law firm where we all worked at that time, my friends and partners Margo Harkness, nee Farnsworth, and Charlene “Strutter” Putnam, nee Tuttle, had owned and operated MACK Realty in Wethersfield’s historic district. Starting our own business had been an adventure, to say the least, and the hot real estate market had taken us on a wild ride.
A couple of months ago, the financial market had crashed, taking real estate and every other kind of sales down with it. Temporarily, at least, MACK Realty operated out of Margo’s dining room, where she and Strutter had hunkered down to weather the storm. Our receptionist Jenny had opted to return to UConn Law School full time. Because I had administrative and computer skills, I decided to put them to good use in a temporary position in the local office of Unified Christian Charities, situated in Hartford.
“We need you!” had been Sister Marguerite’s opening salvo. Sister Marguerite is the CEO of Unified Christian Charities, and she is one smart cookie. Notwithstanding the fact that I haven’t seen the inside of a church in more than a decade, she and I have worked together on several charitable endeavors over the years and become firm friends in the process. She is unlike any other nun I have ever met, not that I’ve met many. In fact, her lack of sanctimony and earthy sense of humor have seen me through more than a few dreary fundraising dinners. Almost before the moving van carrying MACK Realty’s office furniture to a storage facility had disappeared over the horizon, the wily sister had left a message on my answering machine, shoring up my wounded ego with a job offer. “Mary Alice is expecting her fourth baby, saints preserve us, and this time, her doctor insists that she take to her bed for the last two weeks, although how a woman who already has three little ones manages that is beyond me. So here I am, a rudderless ship sinking fast in a sea of meetings and paperwork, plus the holiday fundraiser at the Wadsworth that’s hard upon us. Can you help me out, Katie? It’s not forever, just for a couple of weeks until the child is born and Mary Alice’s mum arrives to take charge of the household,” she wheedled.
I knew I was being manipulated, which was always a good bet when dealing with Sister, but her offer did seem to be the answer to a prayer, no pun intended. Without MACK Realty taking up sixty hours a week of my time, I was feeling more than a little rudderless myself. My housemate and longtime love, Armando Velasquez, had just departed to San Diego on an assignment for his employer, TeleCom International. So what with one thing and another, time stretched emptily ahead of me. A temporary assignment would be just the thing to fill the gap, and a little money coming in wouldn’t hurt. What better way to use my time than helping out my old friend Sister Marguerite?
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