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Snowbound
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part One
It was the Night Before Christmas....
“Ladies and gentlemen, if I could please
have your attention for a moment.” the young man
in the neatly pressed blue suit said as he stepped in
front of the ticket counter. He had to repeat
himself several times before the din of the crowd
subsided enough for him to be heard.
“Oh shit, this can’t be good.” Ilyssia
Giordano thought as she took note of the all too
artificial smile on the man’s face. “I knew I
should have taken the flight out yesterday.” She
chided herself. Her father always told her it was
bad luck to travel on Christmas Eve.
In a more perfect world, she would’ve
taken a flight out of Chicago yesterday, and by
this time would be on her way to the Bahamas.
Instead, she’d been sitting here in O’Hare Airport,
spending the day before Christmas watching the
snow pile up on the runways for the last four
hours. There was no way she was ever going to
make her connectioning flight in New York. Peter
Sullivan, a fellow Associate in her office, had
invited her to spend the holidays with him in a
much warmer climate. A glance at her watch
reminded her that he would be leaving JFK at
06:30 - three hours from now.
“I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news,
folks.” the man from the airlines said, now that he
had everyone’s attention. “The weather people
now say the storm won’t let up until well after
midnight. The earliest take off times we’re
looking at are tomorrow morning.”
“Fuck!” Ilyssia said out loud without
realizing that she had.
The volume of her outburst brought a
disapproving look from the old woman standing
next to her. At first, Ilyssia thought she would
offer an apology, then her anger get the better of
her.
“Screw you lady!” the 24 year old blond
thought. “You’d be pissed off too if you just
traded Christmas Eve on the warm beaches of
Nassau for the snowy streets of Chicago.”
When the older woman continued her
stare, Ilyssia whimsically stuck her tongue out at
her.
“Well, I never...” the old woman
stammered.
“Well, maybe that’s your problem.”
Ilyssia said to her, unable to resist such an old but
well used line.
With that, Ilyssia’s antagonist walked
away in a huff.
“Well that was fun.” Ilyssia thought,
“Now what do I do?”
It suddenly occurred to her that since she
had checked out of her hotel this morning, she had
nowhere to stay in Chicago. With the airport, as
well as practically every other form of transport in
the city, shut down, it was going to be impossible
to find someplace to stay. Glancing out the large
window, Ilyssia concluded that even if she could
find a place, there was no way a cab was going to
make it through those streets.
“Looks like I’m sleeping here.” she said
quietly to herself as she ran her hand across her
pinned backed hair, rubbing the back of her neck
as she remembered the last time she had to sprawl
out on one of those hard lounge chairs.
At least the trip isn’t a total loss, the
young woman reassured herself. The extra day
she’d spent in Chicago had helped secured her the
Davidson account. Seeing as it was worth a half
million dollars a year to her firm in advertising
fees, she could look forward to a very warm
reception from old man Wilson and the rest of the
board when she got back to New York. That and
a really big Christmas bonus.
Most everyone in the office had written off
Davidson Electronics, knowing that a rival firm
had made them a better offer. That was why they
were willing to let an Associate make her own
presentation. After all, who wanted to hustle off
to the Midwest a few days before Christmas on a
lost cause. Well she had showed them.
Thinking of the office, Ilyssia thought she
should at least call Peter and let him know she
was never going to make it. No sense him taking
a chance that he might miss his plane waiting for
her. Swallowing her disappointment, she headed
for the phone bank.
Ten minutes later, Ilyssia’s disappointment
had turned to pure rage. Of course everyone in
the office was overjoyed by her success with
Davidson, but the key phase there was -- everyone
in the office. It only took Sally Levin, the
receptionist who answered the phone two minutes
to mention that Peter had left for the airport over
an hour and a half before. More importantly, he
hadn’t left alone. Not waiting to even see if
Ilyssia was going to be able to get back in time,
Peter had offered her ticket to Jennifer Maris.
“That bitch!” Ilyssia thought as she
slammed down the phone. She could imagine the
silicone breasted redhead taking her place on the
plane, in the Bahamas, and in Peter’s bed.
It wasn’t that Jennifer would be humping
Peter that so offended Ilyssia. After all, even
though she and Peter had gone out a few times,
ending up in bed together the following morning
-- it had always been a casual thing. What really
pissed her off was the fact that Jennifer would be
screwing him on her bed, on her beach, and on her
vacation!”
Spending the next hour and a half roaming
the airport, Ilyssia despaired of finding even a
halfway comfortable place to sack out. More
seasoned travelers had already staked out the
more comfortable spots. In addition, she felt
guilty about antagonizing that old woman.
“A great way to spend Christmas,” she
thought.” She’s probably a grandmother with a
dozen grandkids.”
Up ahead, she saw one of those volunteer
Santas, collecting money for poor kids. She could
see that the Santa was an older man, with an
actual white beard. The traditional setting made
her think of happier holidays back home.
Passing the Santa, she saw that his iron
pot only held a handful of change. Dropping two
tens in his pot bought her a very cheery Merry
Christmas as well as a somewhat soothed
conscience.
“Thank you very much, young lady.” the
Santa had said. “I wish for you, the Merriest
Christmas ever.”
With a brighter step, she continued her
odyssey, this take taking the time to notice all the
Christmas displays and humming along with the
carols being played over the PA system.
“Robby, you’re a life saver.” the salt and
pepper haired man said into the receiver of a pay
phone. “I’ll expect you in about an hour.”
The small piece of conversation on the
other side of the wall caused Ilyssia to stop in
mid-step. It struck a familiar cord.
Ilyssia was sure she knew that voice, but
couldn’t get a good look at the owner. The high
walls of the phone bank hid his face. Carefully she
made her way across the obstacle course that was
normally a thriving air terminal.
Try as she could, she just could it get a
good look at him as she moved. All she could tell
was that he was tall, nearly a good foot taller than
her five foot four frame. Dressed in an soft tan
overcoat, the man looked much younger than his
years. Certainly not the fifty-two his drivers
license proclaimed him to be.
At the last second, Ilyssia realized that he
had turned the other way after hanging up the
phone. By the time she managed to get around
another stack of piled up luggage, he would be
gone.
“Mr. O’Shaughnessey!” she called out as
loud as she could, waving her hand in the air to
get his attention. Realizing at the same moment
that she was going to look pretty stupid if she was
wrong.
A smile filled her face as the tall man
turned at the sound of his name. He looked
around for a moment, perplexed as to who had
called him.
“Mr. O’Shaughnessey!” Ilyssia repeated,
this time getting his attention.
Seeing the rather attractive young woman
waving to him, Sean Michael O’Shaughnessey
was more than a little confused. He had no idea
who she was, or what she could want with him.
“Mr. O’Shaughnessey, I can’t believe I’m
running into you here of all places.” Ilyssia
grinned as she caught up to the older man.
“Excuse me, Miss.” he smiled, ever the
gentleman. “Can I help you with something?”
The look of puzzlement on his ever so
familiar features cause Ilyssia to laugh. It had
after all been at least two years since he had seen
her last. And while he hadn’t appeared to have
changed a bit, she had definitely undergone a
renaissance.
“You really don’t recognize me, do you?”
she laughed.
“I’m not sure,” came his reply. “I
think....”
Then it hit him. She was a lot slimmer than
the last time he’d seen her, and the hair wasn’t
blond back then -- more a dirty brown. And of
course that flawless smile had been hidden by a set
of braces.
“Lisa Giordano!” Sean exclaimed in
recognition. “Well look at you, I can’t believe it!”
“Boy, it’s been a long time since anyone’s
called me Lisa.” she smiled. “I use Ilyssia now.
“I remember how you used to hate that
name.” Sean chuckled.
“Well, I sort of grew into it.” she smiled
back.
“So you did.” he agreed. “I can’t get over
how much you’ve changed.”
“Well, it was like you always told me, Mr.
O’Shaughnessey.” she replied. “You just have to
believe in yourself and not worry about what
anyone else thinks of you.”
“Did I say that?” Sean laughed. “I
must’ve been quite a smart fellow once upon a
time. And you can do away with all that Mr.
O’Shaughnessey stuff, you’re all grown up now. I
answer to either Sean or hey you.”
“Okay Sean it is then. You were that and
a lot more.” she answered back.
Back when Ilyssia Giordano had been just
plain Lisa, she had been friends with Kimberly
O’Shaughnessey, Sean’s youngest daughter. As a
matter of fact, she’d even been the maid of honor
at Kimberly’s wedding four years back. A fact that
surprised her at the time since she had once dated
the groom. But it hadn’t seem to matter to Kim at
the time.
As warm as the memories of her friendship
with Kimberly were, they paled against those
involving Sean O’Shaughnessey. At one time or
another, it seemed like he was a ‘favorite uncle’ to
almost every kid in the neighborhood. He was
never too busy to lend a helping hand.
“So what brings you to Chicago?” Sean
asked.
Ilyssia quickly told him all about the
Davidson account, and how, since they had all but
written it off, they let her fly out here to take one
last stab at it. Sean seemed quite impressed that
she had managed to sign them up. She decided
to leave out the part about Peter Sullivan and the
trip to the Bahamas. Sean was far from a prude,
but she didn’t what him to think less of her for
planning to shack up with a casual friend for a few
days of sun, fun and sex.
“I always knew you’d accomplish great
things.” Sean laughed. “Make all those old fogies
sit up and take notice.”
Ilyssia was surprised to realize how much
his admiration suddenly meant to her.
“And how did you find yourself trapped
here?” she asked in return.
Sean explained that his company had a
distribution problem with their Chicago outlet and
they needed to have it straightened out before
Christmas day. It was a small matter really, but
one which needed an on site approach and
couldn’t be handled over the phones.
“But why you?” Ilyssia asked curiously,
“After all, you’re one of the partners. I’m sure you
have a lot of bright young men who could’ve
come out here and handled that.”
“A lot of bright young women as well.”
Sean added, reminding Ilyssia that he had offered
her a job right out of college as well. “But I really
didn’t feel right pulling one of them away from
their families so close to Christmas. I really didn’t
have any plans other than visiting the kids, so I
hopped on the plane and here I am.”
Ilyssia smiled. That was so like him. Who
ever said that a nice guy couldn’t run a successful
business had never met Sean O’Shaughnessey.
With his two partners, he’d built a small one town
business into a multi-million dollar company.
“You’re never going to change.” Ilyssia
commented.
“I hope not.” Sean replied. “I’m way too
old to start over. You know what they say about
old dogs and new tricks.”
“You are never going to be old.” the
blond girl laughed.
Sean laughed himself. “Tell that to my
body,” he grinned. “My brain keeps insisting that
it’s still only 21 but my body says otherwise.
Sometimes very forcefully.”
“Well it’s really great running into you
here.” Ilyssia said. “At least I have someone to
talk to while we wait out the storm.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have a warm bed
somewhere to spend the night?” Sean asked.
From anyone else, Ilyssia would’ve
immediately took that as a pick up line. Seeing it
came from Sean, the thought never crossed her
mind.
“I had a warm bed. Unfortunately I
checked out of it to try and catch the flight. If I
hadn’t been in such a hurry, I’d still be there.” She
said. “And even if I could get a cab in this mess, I
doubt there’d be room at the inn.”
“Well, I know of a motel not far from here
where I’m sure you could get a room.” Sean
smiled. “In fact, I was on the phone with the
owner when you found me. He’s holding a room
for me now and I’m sure he’d be able to come up
with something for you as well. We’re old Army
buddies. Let me give him a call back.”
“Looks like some things never change,”
Ilyssia grinned. “You’re still bailing the kids out of
trouble.”
A quick phone call told Sean that his
friend was unavailable at the moment, but that
he’d sent one of his workers out to the airport in a
4x4 to pick him up. They should be there in about
45 minutes.
“Well I’m sure he’ll be able to come up
with something once we get there.” Sean said as
he told Ilyssia. “What say we get a cup of coffee
and warm up while we wait.”
“Sounds fine to me.” Ilyssia said, the
prospect of trading a hard plastic chair for a soft
bed already warming her deep inside.
(missing parts may be found at)
Ann Douglas Web Page
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