NRoberts - G2 Black Rose

 Hayley’s words touched her. “Then you should know I’ve long since put Mandy out of my mind, as I do with unimportant people. And I’m in much too good a mood to think about her now. When a woman, especially a woman within spitting distance of fifty, has herself a lover who performs excellently twice in one night, so well in fact that she needs the fingers on both hands to count the number of orgasms experienced, the last thing on her mind is some silly girl with no manners.”

 She gave each of their thighs another pat, then rose. “There, that’s some good stuff,” she said and strolled into the house.

 “Wow,” Hayley said after she managed to close the mouth that had fallen open. “I mean, mega-wow. How many times do you think he got her off? At least six, right?”

 “You know what I thought the first time I saw Roz?”

 “Uh-uh.”

 “That I wanted to be her when I grew up. And boy, do I.”

 ROZ WALKED STRAIGHTback to the kitchen, and straight to the coffeepot. Once she had a cup, she sidled over and gave David’s cheek a kiss as he stood at the stove making his famed hot chocolate.

 “Boys outside?”

 “Running off some energy with Parker, and working up anticipation for hot chocolate. My other guest, as you see, has conked on me.”

 Stella grinned toward the highchair, where Lily snoozed in the tipped-back seat. “Isn’t she a doll baby, and aren’t you a sweetheart for minding three children so those girls could waylay me.”

 “We do what we can. And you should’ve mentioned what that silly bitch pulled.”

 “You ever known me not to be able to handle a silly bitch?”

 “I’ve never known you not to be able to handle anything, but you should’ve mentioned it. How else am I going to know what shape to make the voodoo doll?”

 “Don’t worry, Bryce’ll stick plenty of pins in her before he’s done.”

 “Don’t expect me to feel sorry for her.”

 “It’s her cross to bear.”

 “Dinner in about an hour,” he called as she started out of the room. “And you’ve got some phone messages. They were on your line so I didn’t screen them.”

 “I’ll get them upstairs.”

 She took her coffee with her, and toed off her shoes after she crossed the threshold to her room. Then she pushed the button on the answering machine.

 “Roz, I didn’t want to bother you at work.”

 “What a nice voice you have, Dr. Carnegie,” she mused aloud, and sat on the side of the bed to enjoy it.

 “It’s my pizza night with Josh. I forgot to mention it. I like to think you’ll miss me, and that I can make up for it by taking you out tomorrow. Whatever, wherever you’d like, just let me know. In addition, I did some work today, and I’d like to talk to you about that tomorrow. I should be over there by noon. If I don’t see you, you can reach me on my cell. I’ll be thinking of you.”

 “That’s nice to know. That’s very nice to know.”

 She was still daydreaming a little when the next message began.

 “Ms. Harper, this is William Rolls from the Riverbend Country Club. I received your letter this morning, and am very sorry to hear that you’re dissatisfied with our services and have resigned as a member. I must admit to being surprised, even stunned, by your list of complaints, and only wish you had been able to speak with me about them personally. We have valued your association with Riverbend for many years, and regret your decision to end it. If you’d care to discuss this matter, please feel free to contact me at any time at any of the following numbers. Again, I sincerely regret the circumstances.”

 She sat very still until the entire message played through. Then she shut her eyes.

 “Fuck you, Bryce.”

 WITHIN AN HOURshe’d not only spoken with William Rolls, had assured him she wasn’t dissatisfied, had no complaints and had not written any letter, but she had a faxed copy of the letter in question in her hand.

 And a head of steam that threatened to blow like a geyser.

 She was dragging her shoes back on when Hayley popped in, the baby on her hips. “David says dinner’s . . . whoa, what’s wrong?”

 “What’s wrong? You want to know what’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong.” She snatched the letter up from where she’d tossed it on the bed. “Here’s what’s wrong. That miserable, snake-spined son of a bitch has tried my patience once too often.”

 “ ‘The admittance of individuals of lower-class backgrounds and mixed ethnicity,’ ” Hayley read, holding the paper out of Lily’s reach. “ ‘Staff members of dubious character. Demeaning intimacy between staff and members, substandard service.’ ” Her eyes were huge as she shifted them back up to Roz’s face. “You didn’t write this.”

 “Of course I didn’t. And I’m going to take that letter, find Bryce Clark, and stuff it down his lying throat.”

 “No.” Hayley jumped to block the door, her move so fast it had Lily laughing and bouncing in anticipation of another ride.

 “No? What do you meanno ? I’m done taking this. Finished. And he’s going to know it when I’m done with him.”