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CATHY YARDLEY
graduated from the University of California at Berkeley with a double major in art history and mass communications. In the span of her seven years since graduating, she has been an advertising lackey, an advertising sales lackey, a crazed production manager, a bored marketing manager, a bemused budget analyst and a temp. Strangely, neither major provided useful information for any of these pursuits.
As a writer, though, she’s grateful to finally see the point to all that schooling. And all those jobs. And, basically, her life.
To the family of my heart: Pat Johnson, Katrina Healey, Mike Johnson, Chris Becker, Greedi James. I love you!
And to Liisa and Joey, the coolest people I’ve ever known. Thanks.
L.A. Woman
Cathy Yardley
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Contents
Chapter 1: Waiting For the Sun
Chapter 2: Take It As It Comes
Chapter 3: People Are Strange
Chapter 4: Unhappy Girl
Chapter 5: Break on Through
Chapter 6: The Changeling
Chapter 7: Roadhouse Blues
Chapter 8: Love Me Two Times
Chapter 9: Strange Days
Chapter 10: Wishful Sinful
Chapter 11: Light My Fire
Chapter 12: Hello, I Love You
Chapter 13: We Could Be So Good Together
Chapter 14: When the Music’s Over
Chapter 15: Crystal Ship
Chapter 16: Love Her Madly
Chapter 17: Unhappy Girl (Dance Remix)
Chapter 18: Ship of Fools
Chapter 19: Five to One
Chapter 20: L.A. Woman
Chapter 1
Waiting For the Sun
Sarah looked nervously around the apartment. “You know, this wasn’t how I pictured this. At all.”
She heard Benjamin sigh. “I’m at the office, sweetie. Is this going to be long?”
Sarah sighed. “I just…felt a little lonely. Felt like calling.”
“Well, you’ve been down in Los Angeles for a whole week. How are you doing? Feeling, you know, acclimated?”
“There are cardboard boxes up to the ceiling, but at least the bed’s in. Thank God Judith and David were able to help me.” She paused. “That wasn’t…I mean, I understand you had to work last weekend, too.”
“Don’t even get me started.” She heard an impatient rustle of papers. “Judith…who’s she again?”
“She’s my friend. From college. She got married to David, moved down here—let’s see, that’d be three years ago. Remember? I took you to her wedding.”
A pause. “The Chinese girl?”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “That’s the one.”
“Huh. Well, anyway, it’s not like you’re completely alone down there.”
Sarah leaned against the arm of the couch. “It’s not the same, and you know it,” she teased, glancing out the window. It was looking fit to storm, she noticed. She thought that it never rained in Los Angeles. Maybe that was a myth. She hoped it wouldn’t storm. “I just can’t wait until you’re down here, tucked up in bed with me—picking out some more furniture, this place is very bare—you know. Settling in.”
As soon as she said the words, she winced. She hadn’t meant to say settling. This wasn’t about pressuring him to marry her…even if they had been engaged for four years. This was about her being a good girlfriend, helping him out.
Really.
“Well, what I’m saying is, sure, you miss me…but it’s not going to, you know, kill you or anything.” He laughed, warmly.
She felt a prickle of alarm. She knew that laugh. She’d been at a business party, and he’d made that laugh to one of the decision-makers of a computer company he was trying to sell semiconductors to. He’d walked away with the account.
“I’m not going to die if you’re not here, yeah, but I’m going to be miserable,” she said, hoping that didn’t sound too whiny. On second thought, she was in a city with millions of people she didn’t know. A little whining was probably not out of place. “So, how did Mr. Richardson take you going through with the transfer, anyway? You figured he’d be mad, but you thought once you’d signed with the L.A. office, there wasn’t anything he could do…”
He sighed deeply. “Turned out I was wrong there, actually.”
The prickle turned into a pang. “What happened?”
“Richardson’s being a dick,” Benjamin replied, his voice acidic. “He knew. He knew I’d try to sneak out of the office. With numbers like I bring in, though—I underestimated what he’d do to keep me here. He doesn’t want to lose one of his highest Northern Cal reps to Southern Cal.”
“But there isn’t anything he can do about it, right?” she pressed. “You’ve already agreed with the sales manager, what’s-his-name, right?”
“Sarah, he pulled the vice president in…and he told me, point-blank, that if I tried to leave Fairfield, I wouldn’t be moving to another district—I’d be moving to another company.”
Sarah blanched, and quickly sat down on the couch. “But…you’ve already signed a lease down here!”
I wouldn’t have moved down if you hadn’t!
“He knows it.” Benjamin’s voice dripped bitterness. “He pulled me aside privately and said that he’d work on Richardson, but they’re, you know, friends.” He all but spat the word out. “He said just give him a little time.”
“How much time are we talking about?” Sarah tried to keep her voice calm. She gripped the cordless phone like a life preserver. “A few weeks?”
“More like two months.”
“Two months!”
“You think I’m happy about this?”
Sarah started pacing. “Two months. Okay. That’s like…that’s like summer vacation. That’s not too bad.”
“Actually, it might be three,” he corrected. “It all depends on Richardson. Goddammit!” He paused, then lowered his voice, obviously