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MASKS …Andee entered a darkened area, where thick velvet curtains draped on either side of her, cocooning her. Suddenly, a warm hand closed around her upper arm, and she found herself being tugged into an alcove.
MASKS AN AMBER QUILL PRESS BOOK This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
MASKS and asked me to attend the Arts Council meeting tonight.” “I thought you weren’t going to any more of the Arts Council meetings because the members are ‘uptight, elitist pricks.’” Andee hitched her bag higher on her shoulder and began the long walk across the white marble floor to her office on the other side of the building. Judy’s Birkenstocks kept up a shuffle alongside the quiet patter of Andee’s low-heeled sling-backs.
MASKS life to shut yourself down like this. You’ve got to start getting out. It’s been eighteen months since Jared’s death.” Andee swallowed past the sudden knot in her throat. “I know how long it’s been and I’m fine. I’m not hiding away. I’m just going about my business the same way I always have.” Judy sighed and shook her head so hard her unruly brown curls bounced around her face. “You’re wallowing, hon. There’s a difference.” “I’m not wallowing. Life goes on. I have obligations to the university and to my students. And even though I can still feel people’s eyes on me after all this time, and I’m perfectly aware of what they’re saying about me, I can’t toss aside my responsibilities any more than you can ignore Dean Parmenter when he asks you to jump.” A spark of frustration flared to life in Judy’s obsidian eyes. “We’ve been over this a hundred times. I know those first few months were hard for you with all the questions and speculation, but it’s old news now, Andee. So quit using that dried up excuse to push people away.” Andee began walking again. They were nearly to her office where she could shut and lock the door and nurse her reopened wounds privately without having to face the truths her well-meaning friend seemed determined to pound into her.