mind off Lily, because Anneliese was beginning to wonder if Lily would ever come back to them.
‘She could help with the research. She’s very clever and it’s going to be hard for her to be here with Lily so ill. She left such a long time ago, and you lose touch with the place. It could help her feel a part of it all,’ Anneliese said.
‘That would be great,’ Jodi replied. ‘I’d like that. She wouldn’t mind, do you think, helping me?’
‘No, Izzie’s very hands-on, very clever. If you want someone to help you get to the bottom of a mystery, I’d say Izzie is your woman. She can charm information out of anyone and she’s very driven and focused, that’s why she’s so successful in her job. I guess she’s sort of married to it, really. It’s a pity,’ Anneliese added. ‘She’s a gorgeous-looking girl. But everyone makes their own choices and I guess Izzie’s choice is to be on her own.’
‘Hard for her if Lily doesn’t make it,’ Jodi said.
Anneliese nodded sadly. ‘Hard for all of us,’ she agreed, ‘but especially for Izzie. It would be like losing her mother all over again.’
Breaking up with Joe had more or less cured two addictions, Izzie realised after a few days at home in Tamarin. She was going cold turkey on Joe and the ensuing misery meant she no longer checked her BlackBerry fifteen times a day in case she had email messages.
Before, she’d known exactly why it was nicknamed ‘CrackBerry’, because it was clearly almost as addictive as the deadly rock cocaine. But currently work, New York and Joe were all mingled together in her head and she looked at her BlackBerry warily, as if it might impart some more news with the power to hurt her.
Instead, there was a message from Carla, written in her usual crisp style.
Stefan from Jacobman keeps wanting to know when you’re going to be back. Everyone here is wild about the competition for the girl to be the face of SupaGirl! – it’s going to be worth millions. Best news is Stefan promises Laurel and Hardy won’t be on the team.
Izzie grinned, Stefan was a brat. They’d both have their knuckles rapped if anyone heard them talk that way. She was sure there was a piece of equality racism that forbade naming irritating colleagues after a couple of lovable clowns.
He says they can fire his ass, he doesn’t care, he wants you back. How cute. I’d say it must be love, if he wasn’t such a hound.
She and Carla had often talked about Stefan’s roving eye.
Have you talked to your Uptown Man? Hope not, but whatever happens, I’m here for you. Take care, tell me if you need anything, Carla.
It was brusque, to the point, and very Carla, emanating warmth and friendship, with a bit of careful advice buried in there: Stay away from Joe, he’s no good for you. Yeah, well, Izzie had worked that one out for herself by now.
Hi Carla, great to hear from you. Glad you’re coping with it all – if Stefan acts up, treat him like a dog. I think that’s the only way to deal with him. Give him simple commands and he’ll roll over!
No news from Uptown Guy. I haven’t contacted him and that’s the way it’s going to stay.
If her willpower held out, that was. She felt so emotionally fragile that she longed to hear his voice, but she knew she couldn’t allow that to happen. It wasn’t just that Joe was bad for her, he was bad for every woman in his life. Since Anneliese had told her about Nell and Edward, the reality kept throbbing in her skull: her uncle Edward had left someone as wonderful as Anneliese because he was in love, but damn Joe Hansen hadn’t been able to leave his wife – a wife he allegedly was no longer really with – for her.
Therefore he didn’t love her, despite what he said. And she was no longer sure she believed what he said about his marriage being over – although she’d been so certain he was telling the truth about that. If it really was over, why couldn’t he just walk away? The fact that he couldn’t made her think what he’d said was just a handy excuse. Joe respected nobody except himself.
The alternative was that he did love her and still couldn’t put her first. Which was worse?
I am over him, she wrote. O.V.E.R.
Gran isn’t great. There’s been no change since the first day and Dad says he’d understand if I want to get back to the US. She could stay like that for a long time, nobody knows.
I hate to leave, though. I want to talk to her again, and though Dad says I could hop on a plane quickly to come home if she improves, it feels like abandoning her if I go back to work. But he’s got a point. I can’t do anything here except sit with her and hold her hand and –
Izzie hadn’t said this to her father or Anneliese
– it feels like she’s not there. Like she’s already gone.
Even writing it made her shiver. She couldn’t quite imagine a world without her grandmother in it and yet, that world was already there. Despite sitting at Gran’s bedside every day, there was no sense of the woman she’d loved all her life. No, she couldn’t think that.
Better go,
Love, Izzie
She quickly emailed Stefan back. Of course they were thrilled. Being involved in a huge campaign to find the next SupaGirl! model would mean both prestige and publicity for the agency. The publicity would make them top of the list for aspiring models. As a bonus, they’d get first dibs on any good candidates from the competition.
The girl who won the competition would need a specific look for SupaGirl!, but the search would draw out plenty of runners up whom Perfect-NY could then sign. Well-advertised competitions that made TV news drew out girls with model potential much faster than ordinary model searches that involved trailing around cities looking for prospective girls. Everyone in the industry talked about how the America’s Next Top Model series had taken off. Izzie knew that a lot of those girls would not have come forward without the bonus of TV and the excitement the whole thing generated.
Carla said you would be picking a good team for us to be working with
she added, grinning. She dared not use the words Laurel and Hardy.
Really looking forward to working with you, let’s talk when I get back, thanks, Izzie.
There was an email from Lola, who worked alongside her and Carla in Perfect-NY. A feisty Latina lady who had come into the industry working as a make-up artist, Lola had been with Perfect-NY so long that she was practically management. She was in her early forties but looked younger and was a tiny sprite of a thing, just five feet, and made Izzie feel like a giantess beside her.
Hi Izzie, just checking in to see how you are and how your grandmother is. We’re all thinking about you here and hope you’re OK.
Business is quiet right now. There
