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Re: Definitely Friends First! – 27 (Central Phoenix)

Date: 2010-06-17 11:52AM MST

DFF,

This will be short—at work.
Liked yor post.
My stats: luv horses, working out, Zumba, long walks on the beach, and if yur a real redhead, I’ll marry u on the spot.
Gotta go.
Boss alert.

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Re: Definitely Friends First! – 27 (Central Phoenix)

Date: 2010-06-18 8:44PM MST

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June, 2010

Ding!

CC woke to the smell of strong coffee. She gently rotated her ankle and was surprised that only a flicker of pain remained. She got up slowly and gingerly walked to the adjoining bathroom. It was tiny with only a pedestal sink, mirror and toilet, but Penn’s choice of chrome fixtures and dark Italian tile impressed her. The woman had great taste.

Her need for a caffeine fix drove her to the kitchen. Penn had favored red shelves over kitchen cabinets, and a small island served as the dining table and prep area, which, considering the size of the
cottage,
was an excellent economical space choice. The steel appliances and bright countertops added to the kitchen’s appeal.

She saw the note after she poured the coffee. It took three attempts to read her horrible handwriting.
Hi.
Had to do some work and errands.
If you’re reading this you must be up and your ankle is better. Otherwise, I guess I’ll find you stuck in my bed when I get home. Not an unpleasant thought. Help yourself to whatever you want.

It wasn’t signed and gave no mention as to when she would return, not that CC could afford to hang around. She glanced at her watch. She was already late, and she’d need at least another hour to get home, shower and change before she went to work. But she kept rereading the part about Penn finding her in bed. She was flirting—in writing. For a lawyer, it was serious to commit words to a page that could be used in court. She shook her head, completely confused.

She sipped her coffee and reviewed her day, thinking of the meetings and the unappealing stack of files on her desk that never seemed to shrink. After draining the cup, she grabbed her handbag, portfolio and shoes from the bedroom. There was no way she’d attempt to wear the heels with a wobbly ankle, so she went barefoot out the door.

“Hello,” a voice called.

Sitting cross-legged on top of the mosaic table was a woman with bright red hair. It flowed straight down her back and glimmered in the sun. She was rail-thin with milky skin, finely chiseled bone structure and perfect posture. The yoga pants, tank top and pose suggested she was meditating.

“Hi, I’m CC,” she said, offering her hand.

The woman’s handshake was delicate, as if she was protecting her fingers. “I know. I saw you last night when I got home. I’m Siobhan.”

Her brogue was rich and thick and CC immediately wanted her to say something else. “Can you repeat that?”

She nodded with the patience of someone who was always asked the same question. “It’s like the first syllable of Chevy,
Chev
and the word
on
.
Siobhan.”

“Siobhan,” she repeated. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks. Are you feeling better?”

“Much. I’m sorry I wasn’t awake when you got home.”

She laughed and tucked her hair behind her ears. “That’s entirely forgivable. I heard Lynette and Viv fed you drugs and alcohol. You were helpless.”

“I suppose I was. You were at work?”

“Yes, I’m a harpist with the Phoenix Symphony. We had a concert.”

“Wow. You must be very good.”

She grinned with humility. “I hope so. I don’t make much money, but I enjoy what I do. Can you say the same?”

CC stumbled before she said, “I’m an attorney like Penn.”

“No one’s an attorney like Penn,” she disagreed. “At least, I’ve never met anyone like Penn, have you?”

“I hardly know her.”

“That makes two of us.”

She uncrossed her legs and stretched her arms, freeing herself from first position. When she stood next to CC she towered over her. “After you went to sleep last night, Lynette and Maya pumped Penn and Viv for information, but they wouldn’t say why you’ve shown up or what you want. What
do
you want?” She threw a glance at the portfolio. “Does it have anything to do with art? Are you a groupie just trying to spend some time with Viv?”

CC really didn’t know what she wanted, and she couldn’t understand why Viv and Penn hadn’t
ratted
her out.

“It’s complicated,” she said lamely. “I’m involved in a legal matter with Viv.”

She narrowed her gorgeous green eyes, disbelieving. “Penn is Viv’s attorney. She’d never hire someone else.”

“No, I’m not her attorney. Like I said, it’s complicated.” Siobhan studied her until she felt undressed. “I need to get going. I’m already late for work. It was nice meeting you.”

“Take the day off,” she said suddenly.

“What?”

“Play hooky. You’ve obviously been hurt so use that as an excuse. Spend the day with me.”

“Uh, I can’t. I have things I need to get done.”

She reached for the sky and stretched, extending her frame to its full length and displaying the curves of her large breasts. CC caught a glimpse of her creamy white belly before she exhaled slowly and relaxed each muscle and vertebra.

“And what could be so important that it can’t wait until tomorrow? Are you in the middle of a murder trial?”

“No—”

“Do you have an important death row appeal that’s due before midnight?”

“Of course not.
I—”

“Are they making you a partner?”

“No, I just—”

“You’re just another lawyer having a typical day of paper pushing,” she concluded. “At least that’s what Penn always calls it. So just skip it.”

“Skip it?” she asked incredulously. Siobhan made ditching work sound as harmless as throwing aluminum cans in the trash rather than the recycling dumpster.

“Yes.”

She thought of the files, the handwriting sample and the report she still hadn’t rewritten for Blanca—and her last student loan statement. She was about to hobble back to her car when Siobhan took her hand.

“Even though I’m taller than you, I’ve got some clothes you could wear. C’mon, we’ll have some fun. You’ve read the mosaic above Penn’s kitchen, right?” Siobhan extended her foot and pointed to the
I Choose
mosaic embedded in the concrete table. “Make a choice, the
right
choice.”

****

Decked out in white capri pants, a stylish red cotton blouse and some black flats, for she and Siobhan were indeed the same shoe size, they took her portfolio and headed across the lawn for their first stop—coffee and scones with Viv.

She’d called and spoken with Blanca about her absence, stating that she’d taken a spill down some stairs and was spending the day with her foot in the air. She tried to sound injured and promised she’d be back tomorrow. Blanca had sighed deeply and dismissed her curtly. 

They found Viv on the sun porch working on a picture of Chloe, taking advantage of the morning light. Beside her were a sterling silver tea set and a basket of scones covered by a linen napkin.

“Look who I brought with me,” Siobhan announced, digging under the napkin.

Viv seemed genuinely pleased and patted the stool beside her. “Sit down and give me your opinion,” she said.

She held up a two-page spread depicting Chloe packing for a trip. The various green hues of Chloe’s skin, the rich brown tones of the old suitcase and the background choices for Chloe’s cute bedroom would entice young readers to keep turning the pages. She said as much to Viv who thanked her for the feedback and picked up her portfolio.

“Now, let me see your little guy.”

She protested, but Viv ignored her and found the page with Danny the Dachshund. “It’s so basic,” CC apologized. “I did it back in high school and forgot about it.”

“I like it,” Siobhan offered between scone bites. “He’s cute.”

“So what needs to change?” Viv asked like a teacher.

She wasn’t expecting the question. She’d had a similar conversation with her art teacher over ten years ago. “Well, I need more of a blend to the browns and blacks of his coat, and his eyes aren’t right.”

“What do you mean?” she probed.

“They’re not interesting. A character’s eyes are critical to establishing a connection with a child reader. It’s all in the eyes.”

She smiled, pleased. “You have a wonderful beginning. Now, I want you to fix Danny and bring him back to me.” She rose and assembled a box of supplies.

“What?”

“I think I’ve included everything you need. I certainly don’t use the Sumi ink much so it won’t be missed.”

“But—”

“No buts,” she said, handing her the box. “Now, if you want a scone you’d better eat one quick. Siobhan can finish an entire basket in less than ten minutes. How she keeps her twig figure I’ll never know.” She gave her a look and added, “Aren’t the Irish a hearty people with girth?”

“We are,” she said between bites. “I should weigh about ten pounds less but that will never happen if I keep eating your scones and pie.”

CC took a scone and asked, “Viv, how did the enclave come to be?”

Her smile broke. “Well, when my father sold the groves, my mother insisted that we keep our home. Mr. Rubenstein liked her so much that he threw in some extra land, which originally housed workers’ quarters. Back in the fifties there were three identical cabins that sat where the cottages are now.”

“How did they transform into cottages?”

Viv stirred her tea and added some drops from a lemon wedge. CC sensed she’d hit on a difficult topic. When Viv looked up she said, “
Transform
isn’t exactly the word I’d choose, dear.”

“What happened?”

“They burned down.”

****

The ER parking lot at Maricopa Medical Center was so crowded that people had created random parking spaces, obviously believing their medical emergency warranted the risk of a ticket or a tow. Siobhan’s ancient Ford truck snaked through the lot four times until it finally came across a man wearing a huge cast and a boy piling into a Chevy Cavalier.

When the man tumbled into the passenger side and the boy, who couldn’t have been more than eleven got behind the wheel, Siobhan said, “I hope today isn’t his first driving lesson.”

She put the truck in reverse to give him ample room to exit before claiming the prized spot. They wandered into the ER and the sounds and sights assaulted them immediately. Many of the waiting families held one or two screaming infants. People slept in chairs, contorted into uncomfortable positions, and a few men and women, who CC guessed were homeless judging by their lack of hygiene, shuffled past, each muttering nonstop to an invisible companion.  A man in his thirties sat alone in a corner, his hand wrapped in a bloody bandage. The look on his face suggested he had a few painkillers in his system. A TV mounted to the ceiling blared an old seventies comedy, the laugh track a bitter oxymoron to the misery and exhaustion on the faces in the lobby. And CC noted none of the faces were white.

She stayed close to Siobhan, who seemed unfazed by the scene. She carried a pink gift bag in her hand that Maya needed at noontime. She’d been in charge of purchasing a gift for a baby shower and had left it on her kitchen table as she rushed out the door.