Three-Year Rule

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by Alaina Stanford

The book signing tour kept Elizabeth working from sunrise to sunset and beyond. She kept busy with book signings, speeches, or personal appearances on the local radio talk shows or news channels. By the time they reached New York for her appearance on a Network morning talk show, she was ready for the tour to end.

  They arrived at LaGuardia Airport just in time for rush hour traffic. Once they reached the hotel, Elizabeth was ready for room service and a warm fluffy bed. Franklin rode up in the elevator with her, and he glanced over at her as he set his briefcase on the floor.

  He asked, “Can you meet me for dinner in one hour, after you freshen up? I made reservations last month to make sure we don’t have to wait all night for dinner.”

  Elizabeth sighed and arched her back stretching her muscles. She said, “I’m exhausted Franklin, and we have to be on set at 4 o'clock. I was planning on ordering room service and calling it a night.”

  Franklin nodded and picked up his briefcase adding, “Very well. I know you aren’t much for breakfast, so just knock on my door when you are ready to head out in the morning. I’ll have a cab waiting.” The elevator doors opened, and they said goodnight.

  Morning came quickly. Elizabeth pulled opened the curtains across the large windows that lined her wall. The city was alive and flourishing in the darkness. Cars rushed through the streets below; little beacons of light headed to secret destinations for unknown experiences. Tiny figures moved across the sidewalks. They looked like little bugs scurrying to and from candy buildings, carrying their prizes with them.

  She turned and headed to the bathroom to shower. Within an hour, she was dressed in her best suit and skirt that showed just a touch of her thigh when she sat down. Elizabeth was ready for her first national interview. She glanced in the mirror, checking her hair and makeup. It was excellent. She was ready. Taking a deep breath, she ran over her speech in her mind. A knock came at the door, and she peered through the peephole to find Franklin staring back at her.

  She opened the door and frowned at Franklin's smiling face saying, “Wasn’t I supposed to knock on your door this morning?”

  Franklin smiled at her and said, “I thought you might be worried, so I came to check on you.”

  She smiled back and grabbed her purse.

 

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