SMALL CHANGE (Heart Lake) - Softcover

ROBERTS, SHEILA

Softcover

ISBN 10: 031259447X ISBN 13: 9780312594473

Verlag: Griffin, 2010

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Take a trip to the charming little town of Heart Lake, and meet three best friends who you'll never forget, in Sheila Roberts's Small Change.

Rachel, Jessica and Tiffany have money problems-major money problems. Tiffany's whipped out the plastic one too many times, and now a mountain of debt is about to come crashing down on her. Jessica's husband lost his job-thrusting this longtime stay-at-home mom out into the cold, cruel workforce. And Rachel's divorce has transformed her from an upper-middle-class mom to a strapped-for-cash divorcee. What are three best friends to do?

Get financially fit, that's what! Together, Rachel, Jessica and Tiffany start a financial support group called The Small Change Club-challenging each other to bring balance back to their checkbooks, and their lives. Even though frugality is a lot harder than they ever imagined, these women are about to learn some very important lessons: that small changes can make a big difference...and that some things in life, like good friends, are truly priceless.

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Sheila Roberts is the author of On Strike for Christmas, Small Change, The Snow Globe, Bikini Season, and other bestselling books. Before settling into her writing life, Roberts did lots of other things, including owning a singing telegram company and playing in a band. Now, when she's not speaking to women's groups or at conferences, she can be found writing about the things near and dear to women's hearts: family, friends, and chocolate. She lives on a lake in Washington.

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Small Change

By Sheila Roberts

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2010 Sheila Rabe
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-312-59447-3

CHAPTER 1

There it sat, a Cloud Nine queen-sized luxury gold comforter with red ribbon appliqué and metallic embroidery. Forty percent off. It was the last one left. Tiffany Turner had seen it, and so had the other woman.

The woman caught Tiffany looking at it and her eyes narrowed. Tiffany narrowed hers right back. Her competitor was somewhere in her fifties, dressed for comfort in jeans and a sweater, her feet shod in tennis shoes for quick movement — obviously a sale veteran, but Tiffany wasn't intimidated. She was younger. She had the drive, the determination.

It only took one second to start the race. The other woman strode toward the comforter with the confidence that comes with age, her hand stretched toward the prize.

Tiffany chose that moment to look over her competitor's shoulder. Her eyes went wide and she gasped. "Oh, my gosh." Her hands flew to her face in horror.

The other woman turned to see the calamity happening in back of her.

And that was her undoing. In a superhuman leap, Tiffany bagged the comforter just as her competitor turned back. Score.

Boy, if looks could kill.

It would be rude to gloat. Tiffany gave an apologetic shrug and murmured, "Sorry."

The woman paid her homage with a reluctant nod. "You're good."

Yes, I am. "Thanks," Tiffany murmured, and left the field of battle for the customer service counter.

As she walked away, she heard the other woman mutter, "Little beast."

Okay, now she'd gloat.

She was still gloating as she drove home from the mall an hour later. She'd not only scored on the comforter, she'd gotten two sets of towels (buy one, get one free), a great top for work, a cute little jacket, a new shirt for Brian, and a pair of patent metallic purple shoes with three-and-a-half-inch heels that were so hot she'd burn the pavement when she walked. With the new dress she'd snagged at thirty percent off (plus another ten percent off for using her department store card), she'd be a walking inferno. Brian would melt when he saw her.

Her husband would also melt if he saw how much she'd spent today, so she had to beat him home. And since he would be back from the office in half an hour, she was now in another race, one that she didn't dare lose. That was the downside of hitting the mall after work. She always had to hurry home to hide her treasures before Brian walked in the door. But she could do it.

Tiffany followed the Abracadabra shopping method: get the bargain and then make it disappear for a while so you could later insist that said bargain had been sitting around the house for ages. She'd learned that one from her mother. Two years before, she had successfully used the Guessing Game method: bring home the bargains, and lull husband into acceptance by having him guess how incredibly little you'd paid for each one.

She'd pull a catch of the day from its bag and say, "Guess how much I paid for this sweater."

He'd say, "Twenty dollars."

"Too high," she'd reply with a smirk.

"Okay. Fifteen."

"Too high."

"Ten."

"Nope. Eight ninety-nine. I'm good."

And she was. As far as Tiffany was concerned, the three sexiest words in the English language were fifty percent off. She was a world-class bargain hunter (not surprising, since she'd sat at the feet of an expert — her mom), and she could smell a sale a mile away.

Great as she was at ferreting out a bargain, she wasn't good with credit cards. It hadn't taken Tiffany long to snarl her finances to the point where she and Brian had to use their small, start-a-family savings and Brian's car fund to bail her out.

She'd felt awful about that, not only because she suspected they'd never need that family fund anyway (that suspicion was what led to her first shopping binge), but because Brian had suffered from the fallout of her mismanagement. He'd had his eye on some rusty old beater on the other side of the lake and had been talking about buying and restoring it. The car wound up rusting at someone else's house, thanks to her. Even the money they'd scraped together for her bailout wasn't enough. She'd had to call in the big guns: Daddy. That had probably been harder on Brian than waving good-bye to their savings.

"Tiffy, baby, you should have told me," he said the day the awful truth came out and they sat on the couch, her crying in his arms.

She would have, except she kept thinking she could get control of her runaway credit card bills. It seemed like one minute she only had a couple and the next thing she knew they'd bred and taken over. "I thought I could handle it."

It was a reasonable assumption since they both worked. There was just one problem: their income had never quite managed to keep up with the demands of their life. It still didn't.

She sighed. Brian so didn't understand. All he did was pay the mortgage, utilities, and the car payments. He had no idea how much it really cost to live. First of all, they had to eat. Did he have any idea how much wine cost? Or meat? Even toilet paper wasn't cheap. And they had to have clothes. She couldn't show up at Salon H to do nails in sweats, for heaven's sake. What woman wanted to go to a nail artist who looked like a slob? Food and clothes were the tip of the expense iceberg. Friends and family had birthdays; she couldn't give them IOUs. And she had to buy Christmas presents. And decorations. And hostess gifts. Now it was June and soon there would be picnics at the lake and neighborhood barbecues. A girl could hardly show up empty-handed. Then there were bridal showers to attend, and baby ... No, no. She wasn't going there.

After the great credit card cleanup the Guessing Game method lost its effectiveness and she'd had to retire it. Hiding her purchases worked better anyway.

Her bargains weren't the only things she was hiding. In the last year she'd gotten two new credit cards, and they were both well used. Brian might panic if he knew, but there was no need for panic. She'd be okay this time. She'd learned her lesson. In fact, she was going to make a big payment on one of them this week. So, there was no need for Brian not to know about the purchases in her car trunk.

She checked the clock on the dash: 4:50. Brian got off at five. He worked at the Heart Lake Department of Planning and Community Development. It took him exactly six minutes to get from his office to their culdesac in Heart Lake Estates and another fifty-five seconds to park his car and get to the front door. That gave her seventeen minutes and five seconds to beat him home.

A little voice at the back of her mind whispered, "You wouldn't have to worry about beating your husband home if you were honest with him."

She ignored it and applied more pressure to the gas pedal. She could feel her heart rate picking up as two new voices began to echo in the back of her head.

Brian: That's a lot of shopping bags. Were you at the mall?

Tiffany: Yes, but I didn't spend much. This was all on sale.

Brian: You had that much cash on you?

Tiffany:

Here the dialogue stopped because she didn't know what script to follow. Should she lie and say, "Yes, actually, I did," or should she say, "Well, I only charged a couple of things."

No, of course, she wouldn't use that last line. She wasn't supposed to be charging anything. She'd promised. But she didn't have enough money to take advantage of the sales. And if she didn't take advantage of the...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Griffin
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2010
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 031259447X
• ISBN 13: 9780312594473
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 342
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