The Reunion by Marina Martindale
Book trailers, like movie trailers, are a preview of coming attractions. They give you a sense of what the book is about without revealing the plot. So, grab yourself a bowl of popcorn, and enjoy. I also want to thank Rob Resetar for his help with the production.
Rosemary McGee had the next traffic light perfectly timed until a car from the other lane suddenly cut in front of her minivan. She slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding a collision as the light turned yellow. Keeping her foot on the brake pedal, she came to a stop as the signal turned red. Her knees were shaking as she looked at the woman sitting in the passenger seat.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"I sure hope that wasn't a bad sign. It's your opening night and I want everything to be perfect for you."
"It's not a bad sign, Rosemary," she said, trying to reassure her. "These things happen, especially in rush-hour traffic. Don't worry. We're okay. We'll get there in plenty of time, so try to relax. You've been on edge ever since we left the hotel. You're about to give yourself an ulcer, and me a screaming headache to go along with it."
"Sorry, Gillian. It's not like I know my way around Denver, and these idiots on the road certainly don't help."
"Which is why we have a GPS device. Like I just said, everything is fine."
They waited for the light to change. Once it turned green, the minivan lurched forward.
"You know," said Gillian, "just before that happened, I was thinking about my father, and how convinced he was that I'd have no future whatsoever if I became an artist."
"And when I first met you, I knew you were much too talented to be wasting your time laying out ads for weekly supermarket specials. You've come a long way, Gillian. I'm sure your father would have been proud of you."
"I hope so."
Gillian Matthews making a name for herself in the art world, and now she had a new gallery to add to her collection. All the risks she had taken to get herself where she wanted were finally paying off.