Part 27 (1/2)
OLIVIA.
The tension between me and Dean persists over the next day. I know he's frustrated not only by the derailing of our intimacy-again-but also by the fact that he can't jump in to help fix the cafe's latest disaster.
And though I try to explain I'm not being stubborn-because I'm actually quite willing to let him make calls on my behalf-he doesn't see the point of me wanting to wait for the dust to settle first.
And yet I can't focus entirely on Dean right now, since Allie is the one I betrayed and the one with whom I first need to make amends. She isn't at Wonderland when I arrive on Monday morning, and after getting the cafe opened, I return to the office and plunge into work.
I leave a message for Monica Harrison with a profuse apology and request to please return my call. I open my email and, with a sinking sense of dread, click on a message from Mike Harrison at Edison Power.
Liv, It looks like things won't work out for Edison Power to sponsor the Mirror Lake Bicentennial Festival. However, we're happy to donate two tickets to the Freefall Water Park for the auction. I'll put them in the mail today.
Best of luck with the festival and your future events.
Mike Harrison My chest constricts. Though I'd been expecting this, I'd also secretly been hoping I still had a chance. I pick up the phone to call Mike Harrison.
”I want to apologize for what happened at Becky's party,” I tell him after introducing myself. ”It's entirely my fault. We've had so many successful parties at the cafe that-”
”I'm sorry, Liv, we can't change our decision,” he says. ”I understand that things go wrong, but at this stage we don't think a partners.h.i.+p between you and Edison is a good idea.”
”The festival is a different venture from the cafe,” I continue. ”The city council asked me to plan it when the previous director moved away, but-”
”Liv, I'm sorry. We won't be able to sponsor the festival. And we're contracting another restaurant to cater our company picnic in August. We have the sense it might be too much for you to handle, and we need to have complete confidence that the people we hire will be equal to the task.”
And that's not you.
The unspoken words ricochet like a bullet inside me.
I manage to mumble a plea about ”reaching out to us in the future” and wanting to do something to make up for my mistake. Mike Harrison is polite and gracious, though I can hear the door slamming shut when he hangs up the phone.
I rest my head in my hands. I'd thought we could do everything in one fell swoop-earn enough money for our truck and secure a major sponsor for the festival. Now both of those things are gone because I dropped the ball.
If I didn't know it would put the city council in a terrible bind, I'd resign from the festival director position right now because at the rate I'm going, Mirror Lake's two-hundredth birthday will consist of some balloons and maybe a few grilled burgers from the Boxcar Deli.
And if we don't get enough people to come out to the festival, then the Chair Fair auction will fail, which means I'll also be letting down the Historical Society and the railroad project- Despair roils in the pit of my stomach. I have a sudden urge to run away.
”Liv.”
I lift my head to look at Allie, who has stopped in the office doorway. She doesn't look as angry as she did on Sat.u.r.day, but she's not exactly her usual cheerful self either.
”Edison turned us down to cater the picnic,” I tell her. ”And they declined to sponsor the festival, though considering what happened I can't say I'm surprised. I'm so sorry, Allie.”
”Me too.” She pushes a chair away from the desk and sits down, crossing her arms over her chest. ”It might be time for you to take a break, Liv.”
I blink. ”A break?”
”You're clearly running yourself ragged,” she says. ”And honestly, you've been overriding me at every turn this past year. We're supposed to be partners, but you've been wanting to do everything yourself. I think we both need to take a step back and rea.s.sess how our partners.h.i.+p is working.”
Pain tightens my throat. ”Oh my G.o.d, Allie, have I been that bad?”
”Not bad, Liv, but honestly since you had Nicholas, you've become a serious control freak. And when you steamroll decisions for our business, it feels like you don't trust me either as a friend or a partner.”
I don't even know what to say to that. But a small, raw corner of my soul knows Allie is right-in my efforts to ensure my son's life, and my life, are nothing like my shaky, uncertain childhood, I've totally overcompensated.
”Of course I trust you,” I say. ”I've been doing everything for us and for the cafe.”
Allie sighs. ”Look, I get it, okay? You want to please people. You want to be everything to everyone. But you can't be. No one can be. And I think you need to realize that your family is your priority right now and take a few weeks off.”
Hurt and regret twist through me. More than the request itself, I hate that I'm the reason Allie is making it in the first place. That she's reached the point where she needs to stop working with me.
”I don't want to take a break, Allie,” I tell her. ”Both Dean and Kelsey know people at Edison, and they'd intervene on our behalf. Dean has already offered.”
”If Edison already gave us their decision, we're not going to push the issue,” Allie replies. ”We need to focus on moving forward. I'm already looking into some outreach opportunities, because parents are going to talk, and the Wonderland Cafe isn't going to come out of this mess unscathed.”
”Okay.” I fumble through the papers on the desk to find the information about the party truck. ”I'll call Roger Jameson about the Airstream and see if we can-”
”Liv.” Allie's voice hardens. ”We've lost the Airstream. It's over.”
”It's not over,” I protest. ”I just have to finish a few things for the festival and...”
My voice trails off. The despair filling me intensifies.
”You need to step back from the cafe right now,” Allie says. ”You're getting the festival and the cafe way too mixed up. I'm just sorry I didn't try to stop you sooner. Maybe the cafe wouldn't have taken a hit.”
Silence falls between us.
”I had everything under control,” I finally say.
”No, you thought you had everything under control.” Allie pauses and reaches across the desk to touch my arm. ”And I'm not going to abandon you. Brent and I will still help with the festival. But you need to leave the cafe to me.”
Her tone indicates that she won't take no for an answer. And if I'm being brutally honest with myself, I can't say I blame her. I wouldn't want to work with me right now either.
”Okay.” I push to my feet, feeling as if a black cloud is pressing in on me from all sides. ”I want to fix this, Allie.”
”You've really done enough.” Allie shakes her head. ”And I admit I'm partly to blame for not standing up to you sooner. I'll figure this out, Liv. If something comes up, I'll call you.”
We exchange a hug that isn't as warm as our embraces usually are before I gather my things and leave. As I walk down the porch steps, a mother approaches, herding two young children into the cafe. The kids climb the steps with a bright, springy excitement, clearly antic.i.p.ating cupcakes and hot chocolate.
I walk slowly to my car, feeling flattened. I want to cry on Dean's shoulder-because I need him, dammit-but he's at the university, probably finalizing things for the United Nations a.s.sembly. It's almost ridiculous how impressive that is.
Cold breaks through me, the old, latent sense of being untethered, adrift. I have the urge to go home and be alone-to curl up with my quilt, a cup of tea, and a book-but I've already let enough people down, and hiding isn't going to help.
I straighten both my spine and my willpower, and head to the Historical Society museum and offices. I still have the Bicentennial Festival to plan, and the entire town is counting on me not to fail.
I find Florence Wickham in her office, peering at a bunch of old railroad photographs spread out on a table. She looks up at me with a welcoming smile, which makes me feel better. At least she still thinks I'm the bee's knees.
”Come in, Olivia, dear.” She waves me into the office. ”I'm organizing these for Archer to look over. Maybe we can make a display about the history of the railroad to put up outside the auction tent.”
My heart lightens a bit at the thought of the Chair Fair. So many Mirror Lake residents have contributed beautifully decorated chairs to the auction it seems like a given we'll reach our fundraising goal. If enough people attend, that is.