A No Tomorrows Character Interview
Hi, Readers! Today please enjoy the second installment of my No Tomorrows Character Interviews series. I hope this series will whet your appetite to know more about these interesting and somewhat dysfunctional folks who bang the walls in my head and keep me up at night.
Ellen Jarvis is Annie Lee’s best friend since the fifth grade. They’re still close, live in the same town, and attend the same church. But that’s just about where the similarity ends.
We met Annie Lee on August 16, 2021. If you missed her interview, just click on her name above to go read it now.
Ellen is waiting on the line, so without further ado . . .
Deb: Ellen? Ellen, are you there? Hm . . . not sure what happened . . . maybe she . . .
Ellen: Yes, I’m here. Sorry I had to leave you for a moment, but I’ve been battling a headache for several days and I had to take some medication.
Deb: I’m sorry to hear that! Do you always have headaches . . . migraines or something?
Ellen: Oh, no, nothing like that. Maybe I’d get more sympathy from my husband, Mark, if I did. No, I’m sure it’s something a bit more mundane, like having three boys under the age of fourteen.
Deb: What a handful! I’m sure my readers will understand if we have to reschedule this. I could switch your interview with Annie’s neighbor, Jake, if you need me to.
Ellen: No, I’m fine. The medicine will kick in soon. So, what do your readers want to know about me? I can assure you, my life is pretty ho-hum. Nothing exciting ever happens, unless you count those three boys and the requisite amount of discipline “excitement” every day.
Deb: Let’s start with Annie Lee.
Ellen: Annie? What about her? Why would you ask me about her?
Deb: Best friends for awhile now, right? It makes perfect sense to ask you about her. Plus, she is the main character in the story, after all. I talked to her a couple of Thursdays ago. She was getting ready to take Nora to the park.
Ellen: You talked to Annie . . . bet that was an interesting conversation. She and Nora go to the park three times a week at noon like clockwork. It’s odd, though, for a Thursday. Anyway, I’ll see her tomorrow at the Mom’s meeting at our church and get the lowdown on it then.
Deb: Yes, it was interesting. She seems to be wound pretty tight.
Ellen: Now that’s an understatement if there ever was one. We met in the fifth grade, and even then she’d remind you of one of Mark’s spring-loaded tools. You know, the kind that can take your head off if you don’t know how to use it.
Deb: I bet you know what’s behind all that. Care to share?
Ellen: Now, Deb, you want me to give away her secrets? You know I can’t do that. About the only thing I can say is she has good reason to be as OCD as she is . . . did she tell you she folds her dirty laundry before she drops it in the hamper? How obsessive is that? Says it’s one of the few things in life she can control. I keep asking her why she needs to control everything, and she just gives me this look. Anyway, as I said, she has good reason to be that way. And she’s a good friend. I wouldn’t trade her for the world.
Deb: Sounds like you’re a good friend, too, Ellen.
Ellen: I try, but I know I aggravate her a lot–always have. I’ve been trying for twenty-plus years to get her to loosen up and let go of . . . well, no need for the sordid details here, I guess. In fact, I think I’ll give her a buzz tonight and find out how she is. Even though we’ll see each other tomorrow morning, like always on Fridays. And anyway, I need to spill my confession to her about Mayra’s essay.
Deb: Mayra’s essay? What do you have to do with her essay? For those of you listening in, Mayra is Annie’s fifteen-going-on-thirty daughter.
Ellen: That’s a great description of her, Deb, but she’s a good kid. Most of the time. Anyway, Mayra had to write this weird essay, so she called her mother’s weird best friend to help her. That would be moi. I gave it to her straight, like I always do. Which most of the time gets me in trouble with Annie. So I thought I’d head her off at the pass, as it were, and confess ahead of time. And . . . oh goodness, look at the time! I gotta get moving–got some things to do before I start the three-boy round-up from school. Nice talking to you and your peeps!
Deb: Hey, thank you for your time. I’ll send you a transcript of your interview next week, okay?
Ellen: I’d like that, Deb. If I’m still around . . .
Ellen: Just kidding. You know what they say, though. “There’s no such thing as tomorrow, only today”, or something like that. ‘Bye!
Deb: Have a good one!
Ellen Jarvis. Quite a character. Seems the exact opposite of our friend Annie. That was strange, though, what she said there at the end . . . about tomorrows. I wonder what . . . well, better not try to guess. Better to wait for the book, right?
Here’s a question–and I’m asking myself the same one. Wouldn’t you like to have a BFF who took you as you are, flaws, foibles and all? I sure would. Ellen sounds like that kind of friend. I’d like to be privy to their conversation tonight, though, to see what they really say to each other. Maybe we’ll get to eavesdrop on that phone call in the novel . . . that’d be cool. I’ll have to work on that.
My dear Readers, I hope you enjoyed these first two No Tomorrows meet-and-greets with Annie Lee and Ellen Jarvis. Next up will be Annie and Roger’s next door neighbor of twenty-some years, the irascible Jake Gruber, who has a hate-hate relationship with Roger’s dandelions. He’s a scrappy old guy with quite a story to tell. You’ll have to wait to hear it from him–coming to an inbox near you on September 14th–that is, if you’ve signed up on my website to receive my blog posts by email.
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