The waiter arrived with the bill. It was $52.
Carrie laughed as she dug out her wallet. “I’m going to have to starve the rest of the week to pay for this.”
“I know, Carrie, but we don’t get together that…” Kathleen’s sentence dribbled off as the man who had been sitting at the table with Harold Winn and Erwin Stanley walked over to her table.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Buckley?”
“My name is Jack Berens. I would like to talk to you sometime soon at your pleasure. I’d like to leave my business card with you, if you don’t mind.”
“What is this about?” A tone of suspicion crept into Kathleen’s voice.
“I have a new business in Sedona and would like to discuss the possibility of your working for me.”
“Mr. Berens…” Kathleen’s voice trailed off as she looked at his business card. It read, “Jack Berens, publisher, Sedona Chronicle.”
“Jack. Please call me Jack. I know who you are Mrs. Buckley. You’re Kathleen Sullivan. You’ve worked for the Los Angeles Times and now the Arizona Republic. You’re a fine reporter but you’ve been wasting your talents. This is a growing area. There’s so much going on here that isn’t being covered properly, and I think you can do that for the Sedona Chronicle. I think you can make an impact here. Call me.”
Without another word, Jack Berens left the table and walked out of the restaurant. The two bankers followed him, both nodding to her as they left.
Kathleen looked again at the business card and put it in her purse.
Carrie smiled. “Hey, Kathy. Maybe this is the answer you’ve been looking for.”
“I don’t know. Coming back to Sedona would be difficult. In fact, it would be more than difficult.”
Carrie looked at Kathleen for a moment, and responded quietly but forcefully.
“How’s that famous saying go, Kathy? All things are difficult before they are easy.”
Kathleen laughed. “Yeah, but the guy who said that never lived in Sedona.”
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