White Letters: Chapter Two and whatever else is left.

CHAPTER TWO1

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Shea stood in front of the Marin’s apartment. She lifted her right hand and knocked on the white door. From inside she could hear the muffled sounds of the television. Within seconds she could hear footsteps headed towards the door.
“Who is it?” Asked a small voice behind the paint chipped door.
“It’s me,” Shea replied aguishly.
“Just a minute sweetie.”
The sound of a chain dropped against the door and a deadbolt clanged from within. Slowly Georgia Martin peaked one green eye and half of her freckled face between the door and the door jam. When she saw Shea she let the door swing wide open.
“Come in sweetie,” Georgia swung her sort crop of re hair over her shoulder and closed the door as Shea walked into the entryway. Unlike Shea’s studio the Martins had a two-bedroom apartment, complete with a separate bathroom and kitchen. But like Shea’s it was shabby, in desperate need of a paint job and new carpet.
Shea walked down the small hallway with its pale green threadbare carpet, past the outdated kitchen, leading into the living room. Seated in front of the 1970’s console TV was Justus, Georgia and Tyler’s seven-year-old son.
Justus was a rambunctious and curious boy, with straight red hair and brown eyes framed with glasses. Freckles speckled his cheeks and button nose. Beneath his jean shorts were skinned knees and tattered sneakers with the shoelaces carelessly untied. His white tank top revealed he had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with red juice for lunch. He was watching afternoon cartons and playing with matchbox cars.
“Where’s Jenna?” Shea asked glancing around the drab room.
Georgia replied in hushed tones, “She’s napping right now. Come sit down.”
Jenna was their eight-month-old daughter. She was a beautiful baby with red hair like her brother and mother. But unlike her brother she inherited her mothers green eyes, which were accented by her light brown skin.
Shea walked over to the worn couch near the window and sat down next to the arm. “I’m so glad you’re home. I’ve great news,” gushed Shea.
“What? Tell me before you burst,” Georgia smiled.
“I was at an audition and I think I may have it! I feel really good about it.”
“That’s great. When will you know?” Georgia asked seeming as excited as Shea.
“Hopefully soon. Eva said, that’s one of the owners. Well she said that they’d give me a call no matter what, sometime today. Besides a few mishaps I think I did well.” She stumbled over her words.
“Nothing serious I hope?” Georgia asked then continued, “That’s so soon. Did you finally get a phone?”
“That’s the only problem,” Shea hesitated, “because I don’t have a phone I gave them your number. I hope you don’t mind?”
Georgia had been sitting next to Shea, patted her hand and replied, “Of course we don’t mind. We told you you could. But I do have children who need their sleep. Or was that I? So you know the times.” She laughed.
Just then they heard soft crying from one of the bedrooms. “Just a minute,” Georgia said. Barefooted she headed for the crying child.
Shea glanced around the small room. Justus was still in front of the television, which was across the room from the couch. A wooden rocker and oatmeal colored Lazyboy recliner sat together caddy corner to the light gray couch. A small wood end table with an old newspaper stacked on top, stood between them. Photographs of the family hung in various places on the walls.
Shea had been sitting for few minutes when Justus turned around, “hi.”
“Hi Justus. What are you watching?” She asked brightly.
“Bugs Bunny,” he turned to her and replied then crawled onto her lap. Laying his head on her shoulder he said, “Couple of nights ago I woke up and heard loud voices coming from your house and it scared me.” He looked down and picked at a scab on his knee.
Pulling him close she replied, “I’m sorry we scared you. It was only Lane and I talking loud. I promise that will never happen again, ok.”
“Ok,” then he jumped off her lap to watch more cartoons.
Holding Jenna, Georgia appeared through the second bedroom door. Jenna had a wide smile across her light brown face as she held out her arms for Shea. “Hello cutie,” Shea cooed as she took the baby from Georgia.
Both Georgia and Jenna were wearing matching light blue sweaters, but unlike Georgia’s jeans, Jenna had on white sweatpants. Jenna’s curly red hair was put up in a little ponytail like that of Pebbles on the Flintstones.
“Look at you. You’re getting so big.” To Georgia, “Is she walking yet?”
“Not yet, but she’s trying,” she answered proudly.
They chatted for a little white more about the kids. Shea stood up and handed Jenna back to Georgia then stretched her legs.
“I should probably go and try to sleep. Although I think I’m too excited. If I get the job I start tonight. Keep your fingers crossed.”
“I will, love. I’ll knock twice when they call. What were their names?” Georgia asked.
With a big smile Shea replied, “Bailey and Eva bushing. Knock real loud. Just in case I do end up falling asleep.” After a brief pause, “thanks Georgia, you’re a real friend.”
The embraced shortly, then Shea turned and ruffled Justus’ hair. He looked up briefly and gave her a big smile then turned back to Bugs. She walked down the short hall to the door, turned once again to wave at the watching neighbor and small child, and then strolled out the door.3

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Shea was lying on her bed staring at her sully ceiling, trying to relax enough to rest her weary body. The clean sheets felt cool to her touch. Her mind wouldn’t stop running through the events of the last two days. The exciting news Lane had given her, the day and half of non-stop rehearsing, the nervous feeling at the audition and the anticipation of waiting. She tried not to dwell on the fact that she had fainted before beginning.
She couldn’t keep her mind off of the latter. She kept going over the details of the morning’s event. Trying to remember why she had fainted at the piano bench. What had happened before she blacked out? All she could think of was that bartender, Myles. Shea had a strange feeling about him. Why would he case such a strong feeling in her?
Finally giving up Shea swung her tired legs off the side of the bed and pushed her body off the mattress. Standing up she headed straight to the bathroom. The floor felt chilly under her feet despite the warm day.
Once inside Shea threw open the shower curtain and turned on the hot water. When the hot liquid started to flow she reached over to flick the switch to close the drain. Watching the tub fill up with water Shea thought about Bailey and Eva. Wondering what it would be like to work for such a warm and open couple. Wondering what it would be like to have money coming in again. I had been so long since she’d been able to buy the things she needed. Clothes and edible food were luxuries she’d without for awhile. No more buying stale bread.
Shea returned her focus to the tub. Seeing she had forgotten to turn on the cold water, she swiftly turned the knob. Adjusting the temperature to her liking she reached for the bubble bath that smelled of lavenders. Turning the bottle upside down she noticed that it was empty. She tossed the bottle into the sink muttering to herself, “I’ll have to get more soon or I’ll never relax.” Shea had read in an old magazine that the scent of lavenders and chamomile helped people to relax. She really needed to relax.
Stripping off her jeans and sweater she slipped into the tub. She let her body sink slowly into the steamy liquid up to her neck. At once the water helped release some tension in her shoulders.
Fifteen minutes slowly past as Shea struggled to completely relax. She gave up again and pulled her wet body out of the lukewarm water. She stepped out of the water and grabbed her pale blue cotton towel off the bar above the toilet. Shea toweled off quickly and wrapped the towel around her damp body as the goosebumps spread over her arms and legs. Shivering from the cold Shea took a brush from the medicine cabinet and brushed the ends of her copper hair. Shea laid the brush on the side of the stained and chipped sink then glanced at the mirror. Frustrated with herself she stuck her bottom lip out and blew her bangs upward. Her foot nudged the heap of clothes still lying on the floor. Shea bent over to picked them up and headed out the bathroom.
The balled up sheets still stood in the corner where she had thrown them two days ago. Without giving them a second glance she tossed her clothes in the same pile and started to the kitchen when she noticed a familiar figure sitting at the cardboard table under the grimy window. Her breath caught in her throat. She hesitated slightly, then closed her eyes and drew in deep breath.
Lane sat sipping coffee and gazing out the window. She’d been expecting him to show anytime now. The sun shone through the spots to cast a disfigured square on the hardwood floor. The faded throw rug’s colors became brighter with the sun’s rays reflecting off the cotton threads. She could see the dust particles gliding through the air. Watching the sun bounce off Lane’s leather jacket she couldn’t help but smile at the memories of better time. She walked over to the table and laid her hand on his shoulder. He glimpsed up at her smiling and took a drink of his coffee.
Turning back to the window he said, “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for you to get out of that room. You know every time I stop by you’re in the bathroom? I’m starting to wonder about you.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m just fine. I just needed to relax,” she explained in a quiet voice. She dropped her hands and started towards the kitchen. “Hungry?”
Lane shook his raven hair and propped his feet on the other chair as she dropped a couple of pieces of bread in the toaster. Turning she opened the compact refrigerator door and fished out the small tub of butter. Finding a clean knife she asked him, “What are you doing here again?”
“I wanted to see how the audition went.”
She shrugged her shoulders, “it went fine after a few mishaps.”
“What do you mean ‘a few mishaps’?”
“I was late and I fainted, “ she said nonchalantly.
“Why did you faint?” He asked sounding concerned. He took his feet off the chair and sat up.
“Do you always ask so many questions?”
“Don’t answer a question with a question,” his voice rose sounding more concerned. “Now answer my question. Why did you faint?” He put up his feet again waiting for her response.
“The funny thing is I don’t know why,” she shrugged her bare shoulders again. “It’s either from the lack of sleep or from the strange feeling I got from that creepy bartender, Myles,” she said shivering still in her bathtowel. By that time the toast had popped up and she was buttering them. Walking over to the table she sat her toast down in front of the chair Lane had his feet on. Shea strolled over to the bed and retrieved her bathrobe and transferred her cold figure into the terrycloth.
Lane watched the whole proceeding with a worried look on his face. “Well why aren’t you sleeping now? And what about Myles? He seems like a descent enough person, if you like that kind.”
Pushing his feet off the opposite chair she sat down and replied, “Well I don’t like that kind! I don’t know but there’s something wrong with that guy. Have you ever noticed his eyes?” Shea took a bite of her toast and stole a sip of Lane’s coffee.
“I’ve never really looked at his eyes. Why?” Grabbing back his coffee from her he gave her a perturbed look.
“They’re dead, like there’s nothing going on behind them. I don’t know,” she shrugged again.
“I think you need more sleep,” he said shaking his head.
Shea watched him while he walked into the kitchen to refill his coffee with a crooked smile on her face. This was just like old times, Lane and her arguing about her vivid imagination. But this wasn’t her imagination plaguing her. This was real, at least he thought it was.
“I don’t need your advice. I know what I feel.” After a hasty pause, “why do you always do this?”
“Do what? Question your sanity?” He scoffed at her.
“Yes, you never believe anything I say. You always ruin any descent moment between us by saying hurtful things,” Shea voice rose tow levels. She threw down her toast on the paper plate and covered her eyes with her hand. With her other hand she rubbed her temples. She felt the effects of not getting enough sleep coming over her. She was letting him get to her again. With the blood pumping against her head she dropped her hand and got up from the table. The aspirin she bought a week ago were sitting on the counter in the kitchen next to where Lane was standing. Willing herself not to hit him she walked over to where they were sitting. Taking two aspirin out she grabbed a clean glass out of the cupboard beside the sink.
“Is my presence giving you a headache?” He said stifling a laugh.
Not willing to give him the satisfaction of saying yes she quickly stuffed the aspirin in her mouth and swallowed a drink of water. She stared at him wishing he would just disappear. She couldn’t understand why he had to show her the macho bullshit side of him when she needed him the most. “Look I’m real tired and I would like to relax and get some sleep. So if we’re done with this little debate I would like you to leave.” Shea’s back was to him so she could not see him frown.
Lane sat his coffee cup on the counter next to the sink and he grabbed her arm turning her towards him. “I really only came over here to find out how the audition went. You didn’t tell me anything.”
“I told you enough!”
“When are they going to let you know?” He dismissed her last statement as if he hadn’t even heard it.
Every nerve in her body told her heart to quit talking and just give in to his charms. But in her mind she told herself to stand firm, do not cave into him. Not wanting to argue with lane anymore Shea closed her eyes and brought her anger level down. She opened her eyes and gazed into his hazel eyes. “They said they would call sometime this afternoon.” She wanted Lane to kiss her. Her knees were weak and her breathing was confined in her lungs. She felt like she was drowning. It felt as if the walls were closing in on her. “I think they were impressed with my pipes but I’m sure they’re a little concerned about how well I would do for long periods,” she whispered breathlessly. Lane ‘s hand was still on her arm. She could feel the warmth of his touch through her thin robe. The throbbing of his pulse beat rhythmically on her skim. The heat seemed to soak into her arm and spread to her stomach then inched down. All that could be heard was the hum of the white refrigerator.
Lane released his grip from her arm and leaned the palms of his hand on the edge of the counter and turned his head towards her before saying, “You think because you fainted that they may not want to give you the chance to show your stuff to a crowd of people?” Shea nodded at this statement. “Well I think that’s a load of shit. I’m going over there right not to talk to Bailey about this,” Lane raised his voice letting his anger take over. She could see the sparks flying in his eyes and his jaw muscle flexing as he marched towards the door. His hands were doubled into fists and hanging down at his sides.
Confused at his sudden concern for her career, she started after him with her robe sliding open to reveal her bare legs. He turned just in time to catch a glimpse of the creamy white thigh peeking through the opening. Catching her before she ran into him, he pulled her to his chest. Her palms hit his pectorals as she tilted her head towards his worried expression.
She stared at his full lips and said a little winded, “Please don’t do that. It would be too embarrassing. If I’m going to get this job I want to get it without anymore help from you.”
A frown flickered across his face as he released her again. His lips no longer held that position of longing. Instead they were drawn into a thin line of pain. If she hadn’t been looking straight at him she would have the disappointment reflecting in his eyes. She realized he still cared for her and he wanted to help. Not knowing what to do about this new information she slowly backed away from him. A puzzled look came a crossed his tanned face.
“I didn’t come here to upset you. I just wanted to help. Why don’t you want me to help you?” He pleaded.
“Don’t you see you’ve already helped so much? And I don’t want to owe you any more than I already do. Please don’t do anymore for me,” she begged him.
Lane did not understand her but she could see that he would not interfere. Lane turned to walk out the door when Shea set her hand in the crook of his arm. He looked at her sadly and she said, “Lane can I please have my key back. I can’t have anymore surprise visits.”
Lane reached into his leather jacket and pulled out her spare key. He reluctantly handed it back to her. Slumping his shoulders he stuck his hands in his black Levi jeans and walked out of her door for the last time.
Shea closed the door and held onto the knob longer than she had too. She leaned her forehead against the cold wood.
“What had just happened?” She asked herself quietly. “Did I finally stand up to him? Or will he be back? I hope he got the hint.” Taking her hand off the knob she turned towards her closet near the bathroom. Shea opened the doors and started pushing clothes to the side. She could not find anything suitable to wear tonight. Her nerves were starting to fray and her hands were shaking. The waiting was killing her confidence. Selecting a black cotton miniskirt and a white silk button shirt she stepped out of the musty closet. Shea shut the door and turned towards the dresser beside the closet. Mechanically opening the drawers she grabbed a pair of black pantyhose to finish the outfit. Satisfied with that look she dropped her robe onto the floor and pulled on a pair of jeans shorts and light peach t-shirt.
The day had turned unnaturally warm for an early May afternoon so Shea opened her window to feel the breeze. The stench of car exhaust filtered into the small room, along with the heavy smell of lilacs from the bush plated in front of the apartment building. Spring had come to the city and everywhere there were blossoms on the trees.7

Shea thoughts wandered from the audition to what had just happened with Lane. Feeling confused and tired she leaned her palms on the windowsill then laid her head onto the upper window. The coolness of the window helped her pounding headache. Lost in thought she was suddenly aware of the sound of knocking coming from the corner. Startled she looked to the door. Realizing it was the wall she headed out the door and into the hallway.8

Shea knock on the door and tired to calm her nerves. Her hands were trembling and her heart was pounding rapidly in her ears as the door was opened and Georgia ushered her in. She walked fast towards the phone in the kitchen and held up the receiver to her ear.9

“Hello,” Shea finally stuttered.

Without saying a word, Georgia stood in the doorway that lead into the small hallway. Her eyes were all over the place as Shea listened to the other voice on the other end of the phone. Georgia’s hand wet up to her mouth and she started biting her nail on her index finger as Shea nodded her head.10

Finally Shea’s face lit up and she said, “of course I’ll take the job.” Apparently the voice on the other end was talking again. After a few moments, “what time tonight?”11

Again after another pause, “all right I’ll be there. Thank you again. See you then. Bye.”
Shea hung up the phone and stared at the pale yellow wall. Georgia walked over to where she was standing and laid her hand on her shoulder. Shea turned around and hugged Georgia with all the strength that was left in her. She let out a cry of relief as she let Georgia go.12

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, “I got the job!”13

Georgia leaned up against the sink next to the refrigerator and brought her hands to her face. Overcome with joy she couldn’t reply to the neighbor who had become such a close friend.14

“I can’t believe I got the job! I just can’t believe it! Bailey said that I got it hands down. That the other bands paled in comparison to my performance.” Shea turned around to face a wall of cheap wood cabinets the color of a brown chicken egg and a four-burner almond stove. On the counter sat a toaster and white coffee pot half full of cold coffee with two mugs sitting close.15

Shea sat down at the small wooden table the Martins used for dining. Stunned and tired she laid her head down on the cool surface. “I start tonight. Georgia I’m in shock. I can’t believe that two nights ago this all started with a visit from Lane.” Lifting her head she looked at Georgia with her eyes lit up.
Georgia sat down in the chair beside her, “this is all so wonderful. I’m so happy for you. I knew one of these days you would find something. You just needed some faith.”16

Shea smiled at her and got up to leave, “I need to go home and prepare. They don’t want my until 11:00, but I’m going to go in early to get use to the place.”17

They talked a little more as Georgia walked her to the door. “Good luck,” Georgia smiled.18

“Thank you.”19


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Smiling and humming Shea sauntered towards her studio when she noticed her door was open. She was sure she closed it. Stepping close to the opening she peered inside. She didn’t see anyone near the bed or the piano. Shea stuck her head further inside. Again her heart was beating fiercely and her hands were sweating. Noting that no one was standing near the kitchen she enter her studio with caution.

“I should go back and wait for Tyler to get home,” she thought to herself. But still she pushed further in. With her senses heightened she walked with her back against the wall like she’d seen in police movies. Peeking around the corner into the kitchen she saw a single blood red rose on the counter with a note suck through a thorn, but not a person. The hairs on her arms stood up as she walked slowly towards the flower. On the counter stuck to the flower sat a plain white sheet of notebook paper with six words scribbled across it. The handwriting was unfamiliar to her.
The words were:
I KNOW YOU GOT THE JOB!21

Shea glanced around nervously. Who could have known so soon? Shea ran to her bathroom to see if the person was still there.22

Inside the tiny room she wondered if it could have been lane. The phone call hadn’t come until he had already left. Could he have been outside the door when she was talking to Bailey? But she hadn’t seen anyone in the hallway. She also couldn’t remember if she heard the roar of his Harley. Seeing that no one was in her studio she swiftly walked to the door and threw the deadbolt with a clang.

Shea slide down the door until she was sitting with her back against the door, trembling. Crossing her arms over her breasts, she laid her head against the door and stared at the discolored ceiling. She stayed there until her breathing returned to normal.

Shea stood up and entered the kitchen. She automatically made a snack of apples and cheese. Not sure if she could eat, she took her snack to the cardboard table and sat down to ear, still bothered by the rose sitting in the kitchen.23

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“Thank you, thank you,” Shea bowed again to the audience. “Everyone just hang in there and have another drink. I’ll be taking a fifteen minute break.” The audience protested to the suggestion, “now come on guys, you’ve worn me out. I promise to be back and do the requests you asked for, ok?” The audience clapped as Shea walked off the stage and headed for the bar. Shea sat down on the burgundy barstool. The stool yielded to her tired but excited body. She flipped off her white pumps and rubbed her feet tenderly. It had been awhile since she had stood on her feet for a long period of time.32

The bartender, she had met tonight, sat a glass of ice water on the bar in front of her, then busied himself with customers down the bar. Shea smiled as she watched him fill drink orders. When she had met him the second night she worked he spoken his name softly to her, Braeden Miller. He had been very secretive about his age, only telling her he was in his late twenties. She thought maybe he was a little older than that. His light brown hair was but in a flat top. Shea had seen him walk in with a baseball hat on with the New York Yankees logo on it. It was white with navy blue pin stripes and dark blue bill. The hat had mysteriously disappeared by the time she had been introduced to him. He had light brown eyes with green specks in them and they sparkled when the candlelight hit them. Braeden’s thin nose and strong jawbone complete a handsome face.33

Shea glanced at his shoulders as he leaned over and set the recently ordered drink on the waitress’ tray. She couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles bulged underneath his white t-shirt. An American Bald Eagle was tattooed on his left arm near his shoulder, with no color. His legs were clothed in black Wranglers and cowboy boots.34

“That was wonderful. You are really doing well out there,” Eva’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
“Thank you. I feel very comfortable up there and the crowd is so respective to what I’m doing.” She giggled then said, “I’m having so much fun up there. I was afraid I would clam up once a got on stage, but that doesn’t seem like a problem.”35

“If these two days are any indication of what you’ll be doing for the rest of the probationary period of thirty days than it won’t be any problem hiring you full time. This is our first time hiring someone for something like this and I think Bailey and I did a pretty good,” she smiled brightly.36

“I’m glad you decided to try me,” loud laughing in the background interrupted Shea. They both turned to look at the table full of young men laughing at one of their friends trying to walk to the bathroom. “I think they’ve had too much fun. Don’t you Eva?”37

“My thoughts exactly. Braeden,” she called loudly. He walked swiftly over and gave them a generous smile. “That table over there,” she pointed to where the men were still laughing. “They are cut off for the rest of the night. Tell Maria not to serve them anymore. If you have a problem find Bailey, he’s around here somewhere.” He nodded his chiseled features and walked over to where the pretty dark-haired waitress stood. “I’m going to find Bailey and warn him about what’s going on. Have a good break,” Eva walked towards the offices behind the bar.38

Shea took a sip of her water and turned her stool around to watch the crowd. Over half of the tables were occupied with at least two people laughing and talking to each other. Everyone seemed to be having good time. Shea was happy to see so many faces in the audience. It had been awhile since she’d preformed in front of anyone besides Lane and the Martins. So far everything was going well. The first song had been nerve-racking but after the initial shock of being on stage are off it had been fun.39

Shea’s eyes slowly scanned the people and saw Myles sitting near the back by the door. “What is he doing here?” She asked herself.40

Myles was sitting with his long lankly legs stretched out in front of him and to Shea they reminded her of long spider legs. From this distance it looked to Shea that he had a dark nylon windbreaker with a dark colored shirt underneath. His jeans were generic and also dark. He sat sipping a Miller Genuine Draft out of the bottle. The mug sat unused beside the half empty bottle.41

Shea turned towards the bar and motioned to Braeden. He smoothly walked over to where she was sitting. “What can I do for you?”42

“Braeden how long has Myles been here?” She asked quietly. 43

He looked at the Budweiser clock above the mirror behind him and replied, “he’s been here for about twenty minutes. Why?”44

“No reason. Just wondering that’s all. Can I have a refill?”45

“Sure.” He grabbed the glass and refilled it. She turned back to watch the people.46

Myles sat watching the four rowdy men laughing and yelling at each other. One hand was smoothing his walrus mustache and the other holding his beer. The men were harassing the waitress. She could seethe muscles in his jaw flexing.47

The waitress was Maria Garita. A petite girl of twenty-five with long black hair pulled up into a ponytail with a red rubber band. Light brown shadow covered her eyelids and her lashes were thick and full. She looked down at the men from too of her narrow nose and glared. She wore a soft rose-colored shirt off the shoulders with a black skirt that was mid-thigh high. Her black leather sandals had straps that wound up her ankles. She was telling them she could not serve them anymore. One of the men asked a question and she answered that the bartender couldn’t serve them either.

Shea headed back to the stage. Without giving an introduction she started her next song. All the while the men had gotten rowdier. The man that had asked Maria the question didn’t like his answer and got up to harass Braeden. Bailey, who had heard the commotion, came out of the office behind the bar. He started towards the men.48

Shea couldn’t concentrate on her song and finally just stopped to watch the argument that was starting between a tall blonde man with an unshaven face and Bailey, who was trying to calm everyone down.
Bailey had a hold of the big man’s flannel shirt. The man with a big beer belly brought his hand back and swung his fist. Bailey ducked in time to miss being hit by the massive hand. At that cue the other men joined in. Braeden and Myles quickly jumped in to help their boss while Eva called the police from a safe distance behind the bar. The fight was a blurring array of images. The seven men were splashes of color as chairs went flying and tables were turned over. Glasses were thrown and beer was spilled.49

It seemed to Shea that the police took an extremely long time to get there. When they did arrive the fight had gone out of the men and they did not resist leaving. Bailey sat talking to one plain clothed policeman while the others rounded up the men and took them outside. Bailey shook his head and gestured wildly while the policeman sat writing on a little spiral notebook. Braeden and Myles stood behind Bailey throwing in comments where they saw fit.50

Shea, Eva and Maria stood at the end of the bar close to the stage and away from any action. Shea looked over at Eva and Maria. They were both shaking their heads and talking quietly to each other. A look of concern hung on both of their faces. Shea stood watching as the four men marched out the door with the cops following. 51

When Bailey was done talking to the police he walked over to where the women were standing. His right eye was swollen and purple and his lip was bleeding. He stopped in front of his wife and took one of her hands into his own. Looking her straight in the eye, “I didn’t press charges against them. There didn’t seem to be a need to. They didn’t do any damage except for a couple of mugs and one pitcher. We probably wouldn’t get any money out of them if we did press charges.” As he talked Eva nodded her head in agreement.52

Shea knew he was right and understood what he meant by not getting any money from them. The court costs would eat up anything they would get. He also told them that the men would not be able to come back in. If we had any problems we were to call the police again.53

Bailey, Braeden and Myles started picking up the overturned tables and chairs as Maria went to get the broom and dustpan. Eva and Shea bent over to pick up the broken shards of glass that glittered in the candlelight like diamonds under lights. Out of the corner of her eye she watched the men and noticed only a few scratches and some bruises forming on them. No one seemed to need medical attention. She was thankful for that, even for Myles.54

The night before he had seemed pleasant enough when she sat at the bar at breaks. She only caught him staring at her once. But still this disturbed her. He didn’t look at her as if he liked her nor because he was attracted to her. It was more a look of displeasure. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up when he looked at her as she ordered her drink or when she asked to use a pen. She was puzzled about the effect he had on her. A shiver ran up her spine.
A few people had stayed to see the fight and they settled back down in their chairs as clean up was finished. Shea returned to the stage without prompting from Eva or Bailey. Myles sauntered back to his table after a brief talk with Bailey. His legs looking longer and lankier with each step he took. Shea shuddered as she watched him. Braeden along with Eva had moved behind the bar. Bailey and Maria stood in front of the bar. Maria was shaking her ponytail back and forth speaking to Eva.55

“Hello everyone. Sorry about the disturbance. Everything’s getting back to order. So lets start the music,” she started singing again, a little out of breath. Smoke hung in the air.56

Shea sang as people filtered in. Song after song she watched as the room filled back up. She couldn’t believe how many people were back. She knew not all of them were here to hear her sing, that some of them were regulars, but it was still exciting. She wondered how many people had heard about the fight and had come to see the aftermath.57

One more couple came in and it was then that she noticed Lane. He was sitting with Myles.
Shea stood there stunned, missing a note in her song. She quickly picked right back up. While she was singing she wondered what they were talking about in the dark. Was it her? Or was it something else? Did Myles tell Lane that she had the job and Lane give her the rose? Or did Lane give Myles her address and he gave her the rose? But that suggestion made no sense. All these thoughts were swimming in her head as she tried to finish her song.58

Lane looked good tonight. She noticed he still had his worn leather jacket on, although the night was warm. The jacket exposed a blood red shirt underneath that reminded her of the rose she had received this afternoon. His raven hair was combed back out of his eyes and his black Levi’s looked clean from a distance. In one hand he held a lit cigarette and in the other was a bottle of beer. Shea watched as he lifted his hand to his open mouth and took a drag off the Marlboro. Laughing as he blew the smoke out of his nose he turned and glanced her way.59

Shea looked away quickly. Diverting her eyes to another customer she finished her song. Shea cleared her throat and looked down at her hands. Her hands were shaking and her heard was swimming with questions.60

As the night were on, Shea was very aware of the two men in the back of the room. Disturbed by how friendly they were, she often lost her place in the song and sometimes forgot to start a song.
At breaks Shea figured Lane would come and say hi to her. Maybe even tell her she was doing great. He never looked at her after that first time. She sat at the bar sipping her water waiting for him. She felt her heart in her throat and she was having a hard time breathing as she struggled to figure out her mixed feelings. One part of her wanted him in her life. Wanted the feeling of security and warmth. And the other liked the freedom. Liked not having to deal with Lanes drinking and the arguing. She shook her head and smiled sadly. God the arguing. She could definitely do without the arguing. She grewing more hurt and angry as the minutes ticked past.
After her last song of the night Shea dared to look towards the back and noticed that the two men were gone. Feeling let down and surprisingly free she smiled and bowed.61

“Thank you everyone. I’ll be back tomorrow night, so come and see us for more entertainment and company.”62

It was still an hour before closing and Shea needed to settle down. She was keyed up from singing and seeing Lane and Myles together. Sitting down at the bar she motioned to Braeden. “Can I have a White Russian, please?”63

Without replying he went right to it. Braeden sat the glass in front of her and she started stirring the concoction. Braeden also sat a blood red rose next to the glass. A white piece of paper hung from a single thorn.64

Startled Shea asked, “Where’d this come from?’
Braeden looked at her blankly, “I don’t know. It was lying on the bar. Someone must have laid it there when I was busy. Why?”65

“You’re sure you didn’t see who set it there?”
Braeden shook his head, “why?”66

“Never mind,” Shea’s voice shook. On the outside of the paper was one word.
SHEA 67

Shea’s fingers trembled. She couldn’t open the paper. A feeling of despair floated over her like a thin veil of dusty lace. All sound from the bar faded away. Taking a deep breath she grasped one side and slid it open.
I’M WATCHING68

Shea gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. Setting her elbow on the polished bar she closed her eyes. Sighing she took her hand away from her mouth and picked up her glass. She took a long drink of her White Russian. Shea set the half full glass down. She turned around and scanned the crowd. Shea let her yes skim over the crowd and saw no one that looked suspicious. No one was staring at her intently. People were laughing and talking to each other like nothing strange was going on. Things looked normal for a bar.69

Out of the corner of her eye Shea noticed a flash of black. She turned to her right just in time to see the coat tails of a black raincoat slide out the door. Shea stood up and shuddered as she rushed towards the door. Opening it up she peeked out the massive door, again she saw a splash of black turning the corner. She did not know if this flash of black was man or woman nor if it had anything to do with the mysterious roses left for her, both at her apartment and now here at the bar. She only felt and irresistible urge to follow that person.70

The warm air felt sticky on her bare arms. Picking up her pace Shea headed for the corner and turned onto a dark street. She stopped to survey her surroundings. It was dark and deserted with a streetlight shining at the other end of the block. In the buildings surrounding the empty street a few lights shone in the windows, like the sunlight passing through the trees. A flickering television set was the nearest light. Shea peered through the darkness and squinted her eyes letting them adjust to the dimness. She glanced from one side of the street to the other and did not find anyone in a dark raincoat or anyone else. Puzzled she turned around and ran smack into a sold object.71

“Oh, excuse me!” Shea piped, “I didn’t know anyone was behind me.” She looked up and adjusted her eyes on a familiar face. It was Lane. “You surprised me. I thought you left.”72

“I did but I came back to gave you a ride home. I would hate to see something happen to you. What are you doing out here?”73

“I thought I saw someone I knew, that’s all.” She didn’t want him to know the real reason she was out. “Let’s go back inside.”
Shea put her right hand in the crook of Lane’s arm and they started back around the corner to the bar. They walked in silence before Lane turned towards her and smiled.74

Shea broke the silence, “what are you smiling at?”75

“Just that I thought you did wonderful tonight.”76

“Thank you. I didn’t thin you even paid attention.” Why was he doing this? She thought to herself. She didn’t understand why he would ignore her one minute and notice her the next. What was the real reason he was back? Was he trying to throw suspicion off himself by leaving the roses in the first place? Or was she barking up the wrong tree: If it wasn’t him, who? She felt she needed to find the answers soon before it was too late.77

“Of course I paid attention. And I’m sorry I didn’t come over and talk to you on breaks but Myles and I were catching up and talking about old times,” he expressed.78

Turning towards Lane, as he opened the oak door, she cocked her head to the right and looked up, “I didn’t realize that you two had a history together.”79

“I thought I’d mentioned it before,” his forehead creased and his eyes were worried. A guilty look passed over his chiseled features.80

“No you hadn’t,” she raised her voice to be heard over the jukebox. “How long have you known Myles?”81

He led her to an empty table near the hall by the bathrooms. Before Lane could respond Maria come over and asked them what they would have. Lane ordered a beer himself and a White Russian for Shea.82

“You haven’t answered my question,” he looked at her blankly. “I hate repeating myself. How long have you known him?”

“Known who?”83

She knew he was avoiding the question. But she didn’t know why. “You know perfectly well whom I’m talking about, Myles.” She replied through gritted teeth.84

Lane sat back in his chair and stretched his legs out under the table. He slowly crossed his arms over his broad chest and looked around the room. He smiled when Marie brought their drinks over.
She knew he was looking for away out of this conversation and Maria had perfect timing. “What do I owe ya?” He asked through a toothy smile. 85

Batting her eyes and throwing her dark hair over her shoulder she replied, “it’s on the house.”86

“Thanks.”87

“Thank you Maria,” said Shea through a fake smile. Shea watched Lane as he watched Maria walk away. Not liking the way this situation made her fell she tried again with her question, “answer my question, please.” Her stomach clenched as she waited.88

“What question was that?”89

“I will not repeat myself. You damn well know what question I’m talking about. You are not getting out of this,” she demanded.90

Lane picked up his bee and took a slow drink out of the long neck. Stalling for more time he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket withdrawing his cigarettes. Lighting one he released a cloud of foul smelling smoke towards Shea and looked away from her.91

Shea waved away as much smoke as she was able, still staring, still waiting for his answer. She didn’t know why he was avoiding this topic, or why it was so hard for him to look at her but she was not giving up.92

Reaching across the small round table with cigarette scars, she touched his forearm and brought his attention back to her. He looked straight into her eyes, “I’ve known Myles for ten years. We went to high school together.”93

Shea’s eyes widened and all the air left her lungs. “I can’t believe you! You let me believe that you didn’t know him when all this you did,” Shea’s voice tensed. Standing up she reached for her drink and threw it at face. “You let me go on about him the other day and you didn’t say a word. How dare you?”
Leaving him stunned and drench, she left him there wiping up the last of her White Russian off his face and shirt. She felt betrayed and resented Lane for deceiving her. Shea stormed to the bar and reached for the phone. She finished her call and headed for the ladies room.94

Once inside she leaned over the sink and drew a deep breath, taking in the faint smell of cinnamon. For fifteen minutes she stood staring at her reflection though not really seeing her own face. Shea replayed the last two minutes. Running the conversation through her mind. Satisfied with the amount of time that had passed she pushed open the door and peek around the corner. Lane was gone.95

Braeden motioned her over to the bar. Leaning over he said, “the taxi you requested is here.” She thanked him and started towards the door, “hey Shea!” Turning around to face him, “are you doing anything for lunch tomorrow?’96

Shea walked back to the bar, “are you asking me out to lunch?”97

“Well,” he hesitated, “yes.”98

She thought for a moment, “you meet me a Lou’s on Burbank at two o’clock,” she smiled feeling better already.99

He looked relieved, “I’ll be there.”100

“Well then you’ve got a date. See you tomorrow.” She laughed.101

She left the bar and stepped into the cab. After giving the driver her address she leaned against the seat and closed her tired eyes. Relieved that the night was finally over.102

Turning her head to one side she opened her eyes and noticed a man in a black raincoat standing on the sidewalk watching her cab drive by.
She stared back in horror. Was this the man?103


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The second day she had left in the evening he followed her. He had watched her perform tow in a row. She was good it was shame she had to die.
The corner he sat in have him a good view of the stage and was dark enough that she would never see him. The waitress hardly came by.
A thorn pricked his finger and he sucked the blood as a fight broke out.105

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The rain beat down as Shea stood waiting for the bus. Streams of water cascaded down the clear glass of the enclosed bus stop. This afternoon the stop was crowded with women and children of all ages. They were standing shoulder to shoulder in the little shelter trying not to notice the wet weather that plagued this day. Shea watched as the rain splashed the puddles forming on the street.

Shea leaned forward to glance down the road for the bus. Looming two blocks away the silver and blue bus slowly inched forward. People started picking up packages and bags, waiting for the arrival of their only means of transportation. The bus slowly pulled up splashing rainwater on the waiting people. Mothers with their children filed past Shea as she moved closer to the door. Children were pushing each other faster trying to get where it was dry. Laughter followed the children up the stairs as one mother yelled for them to wait.

Shea waited until everyone was on the bus before stepping up the stairs. She quietly deposited her change and started towards an open seat. Finding one near the back she sat close to the window and settled back for the ride.

Shea thought about last night and the events that had transpired. The fight with Lane shouldn’t lave happened. She had felt betrayed by him and had taken her feeling out on him. She should have talked to him rationally instead of throwing her drink at him. It was like every other fight they’ve had. He always pushed her to throw something at him or to slam a door. They weren’t a couple anymore so a fight like that shouldn’t have happened. Shea hoped she wouldn’t have to face him again.110

She shuddered when she thought about the man standing beside the road. Why was he watching her? Was he really watching her or was she paranoid? She couldn’t see him well. The shadows overcame the light. Did he do that on purpose? Vague images floated past her eyes. Tall and thin with light hair. Everything about this man was dark. He wore a dark baseball hat with no noticeable logos on the front. She couldn’t tell what age he was or what nationality. She was amazed at what little she could recognize.
The bus stopped at Burbank and Central. Shea stepped off into the rain and noticed it had turned into a downpour. Turning to the right she started down the sidewalk passing people rushing toward their destination. She held today’s newspaper over her head to keep the rain off of her. Water splashed over her leather tennis shoes causing little beads to form near the toes. The bottom of her faded jeans were soaked from the on slaughter of rain.111

Shea paused at the window of Lou’s and composed herself. Flicking the rain off the newspaper she entered the restaurant and headed towards Braeden’s table near the back.112

Braeden stood up and pulled out a plain metal chair with a cobalt-cushioned seat. Shea took the seat then scooted the chair under the table. Neither one of them said a word as Shea glanced around. The room was sparsely decorated with white and cobalt checkered tablecloth. Three white daisies sat in a crystal vase in the middle of the square table. Blue and white wallpaper adorned the walls with country settings hung in various places along the walls. The kitchen lay beyond the counter that sat six blue bar stools. Couples and families sat engaged in conversation at different tables. Children sat giggling to each other and blowing bubbles in their drinks. The smell of fried grease hung in the air.113

“Shea, Shea.”114

A voice brought her back to the table. “I’m sorry. Did you say something?”115

“Yah, I said hello,” he said meekly.116

“God, I’m so sorry. I haven’t been here for a while. Just taking in the sights and sounds.” She made up an excuse.117

“I’m glad you could make it. I was a little worried.”118

She glance up at him and smiled widely, “getting nervous? Thought I was going to stand you up?” She stopped to gage his reaction.
He looked at her seriously and replied, “yes.”119

She gave him a look of surprise, “don’t get so serious on me. I was only kidding.” She socked his left arm.120

He smiled brightly and shrugged his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I’m just really nervous. I couldn’t sleep last night. Not that there was much time to sleep, but all the same I couldn’t sleep. I kept going over the fact that you even agreed to go to lunch with me. I kept going over the possibility that you wouldn’t show up, maybe you decided to skip out on me.” Shea put her hand on his forearm to stop him. “I’m babbling aren’t I?” She nodded her head. “I’m anxious, that’s all.”121

“Calm down. I showed up didn’t I?” He nodded his head and she continued, “We’ve only known each other one day. There’s nothing to be nervous about. So let’s take a few minutes to compose ourselves and look at the menu.”122

After placing their order with the waitress they talked about her performance, about his love of the New York Yankees and how he liked working for Bailey and Eva. Their food arrived in the middle of their conversation.123

At last Shea asked a difficult question, “Did you see the fight between Lane and I?” Braeden motioned that he did. “Last night when I threw my drink on Lane what was his reaction when I left him sitting there?”124

Braeden crossed his hands on the blue and white country cloth. Shea watched as he rubbed his index fingers back and forth over each other. He didn’t look into her eyes as he thought about the question she had asked him. Finally over what looked like much deliberation he glanced from his fingers to his half eaten cheeseburger and responded, “I feel uncomfortable talking about this.”125

“Look, I know this isn’t an easy request. And I can’t tell you the reason why I want to know, because I myself don’t know. I just have a strong urge to know. Can you understand that?” She looked at him through lowered lashes, not really wanting to look him in the eye.126

“Let me ask you a question. Are you still in love with him?” He asked her point blank.127

Shea was taken back by his honesty. She looked at him stunned and then out the window. She watched the raindrops snake down the panes of glass in little rivers. She weighed to pros and cons of his question and the answer always came up the same. She really didn’t know how she felt about Lane. Finally attempted an answer. “You know Braeden, that’s a hard question to answer. I’m not sure how I feel about Lane.” She brought her eyes back around to the table and stared at her empty salad plate. Crossing her arms over her light green sweater she leaned back against her chair and finally looked at him, “I think maybe I am, but I know he’s no good for me.” Looking back down at her hands, “does that answer your question?”128

Silence passed between them as they thought about the response Shea had given. The waitress came to gather the dishes up and to ask us if there would be anything else. Shea shook her head and the waitress sauntered away. Minutes ticked by and people passed by, but still they didn’t break the silence.129

Shea’s thoughts kept turning back to last night’s events. She didn’t notice the people walking by and the hustle of the kitchen at work. Was she really in love with Lane or was it just comfortable? They’d been with each other for some long that there didn’t seem to be any other way. Was there another way?
Finally Braeden looked at Shea and smiled, “he looked around, dabbed his shirt with a couple of napkins and then left.”130

Shea glanced down at her hands and then up at his face. Sadness filled her, “Look I’m sorry I asked that question. I don’t know what possessed me. I’m not even sure how I feel about the answer you gave me.” Holding up her hand to stop him from responding. “Please let me finish. At least now I know how he really feels.” Having a sigh she sat back and let her mind wander for a moment. She remembered times they shared. Staying up late to watch a black and white movie on the television or walking in the park to feed the ducks. When she thought about it those events were odd for someone with the temperament of Lane. She had always shrugged it off to truly being in love. But three days ago she could have sworn he had cared for her. Wasn’t he concerned that she wasn’t going to get a fair shot because she had fainted? Wasn’t he all fired up and ready to head out to see Bailey? But his actions last night did not justify the feelings he showed three days ago.131

Braeden waited while she gathered her thoughts. After several minutes Braeden reached across the square table and touched her hand. Startled she pulled her hand out from under his, and then smiled awkwardly at him.132

“I’m sorry, my mind wandered. I was just remembering some times we spent together. It just seems strange that he would be so generous and kind sometimes and ten end up so cold.” She shook her head and continued, “Again I’m sorry. This can’t possibly be something you would want to talk about. Shall we move on to better subjects?” Braeden nodded his head and smiled widely at her. “why don’t you tell me more about yourself?”133

During their conversation Shea learned a lot about him. He confirmed her suspicion that he was in the military at one time and been discharged due to a knee injury that had happened on a military combat simulation. He talked more about the New York Yankees and how he had always dreamed about playing for them, but because of the injury he never had a chance. Shea could see how much the confession hurt him. He had no family living in the immediate area and that he hadn’t seen them much since getting out of the military.134

Shea felt comfortable talking to Braeden and confessed that she didn’t have any family close by either. She told him that she wasn’t close to her family and that didn’t matter to her if she saw them anytime soon.135

They talked more and the afternoon drizzled on. Shea glanced at the clock above the kitchen service window and saw how late it was getting.
Shea looked at Braeden and said, “Look Braeden it’s getting late maybe we could try this other time if you would like too. Also there’s a problem I need to deal with and if I’m going to deal with it I’d better get going.”136

“Is there something I could help you with?” He asked alarmed.137

“No this is something I need to figure out myself. But thinks for asking. Lets try this next week. Say same place, same time?”138

“That sounds fine. Are you working tonight?”

“Yes, are you?”139

“Yes.”140

“Great, I guess I’ll see you tonight.” Shea got up to leave while he laid some money on the table for the bill.141

“Can I give you a ride home? I’m parked right down the street.”142

“That would be great. I wonder when the rains going to let up?”143

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Shea stuck her key into her lock and opened her door. As she walked in the door she kicked a piece of paper. Panicking she bent down and with shaking fingers to pick up the white paper.
Shea’s name was written on the front in familiar handwriting. She breath deeply knowing in was not the same person who wrote the other white notes.
Shea kicked closed the door with her foot and walked into the kitchen. Flipping open the note she looked down at the signature. Her landlord signed it. Shea started at the beginning.146


Dear Shea Young,147

You are now ten days late with you rent. If you don’t pay within the next 24 hours I will have to ask you to move out. This is the second notice I’ve sent you. This is your last notice. Pay or get out.148


Your landlord,149

Dara Winston150


“Great. Just great. I haven’t got paid yet.” Going to the refrigerator she took out a bottle of water. She ran the cool bottle over her stressed forehead. “Maybe I could ask Eva and Bailey for an advance. If it’s for a good cause I’m sure they’ll do it.” After a brief pause, “but what if they don’t? I have no place to go. The Martins don’t have enough room and Lane and I aren’t talking. Oh, what am I going to do?" She worried while pacing the length of the kitchen. Biting her nails Shea picked up the newly installed phone and place a call.151

Shea held the receiver to her ear. She listened as someone picked up the other line. Shea spoke after the other person finished, “hello, may I please speak to Eva or Bailey? Thank you.” After a few minutes, “Bailey? Hi, this is Shea. I was wondering if you of Eva were going to be there tonight?” She listened while Bailey talked. “Well I need to speak to one or both of you.” Again another lull, “oh I see. I could come in an hour early. Would you be willing to see me then?” Another interval of ascertain, “great! I’ll see you around ten. Thank you.” She hung up the phone and stared at he kitchens sink. Her nervous heart beat rapidly.152

She picked up the phone and dialed the number of an old college friend, Lila Cassadine. Getting her secretary Shea left a message for her to call her back as soon as her meeting was over.153

She had met Lila the second term she attended. She remembered the first time that they had met. Shea had been wandering around the college library searching for a certain book of theater works and Lila had been working as the librarian. She was so elegant and refined that it intimidated Shea. So much that she stuttered while asking how to find this book. Lila put her at ease at once with her trouble-free manner. Her olive skin glowed while her green brown eyes sparkled with warmth. She was tall, slender and very beautiful. Her hair had stayed the same in the six years they have been friends, cut short right below the ears keeping it straight and glossly. Lila had found the book Shea was looking for and they had been friends ever since.154

Shea wandered from one side of the room to the other with her fingers twirling her hair and her other arm tucked under her elbow. Nervous excitement took over her whole being. On one hand she was elated because of her hob and on the other hand she was anxious about what advice Lila would give on this person breaking into her apartment and leaving notes. It was creepy but thrilling to have someone watching over her. Or was he just watching her? She didn’t know if the person was menacing or benevolent. How would she find out? When she receives the notes she felt threatened, but that didn’t mean that they were ominous. Could it be that the person behind them was infatuated? Or was it more dangerous than that?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a strange sound coming from the kitchen. Shea shook her head to clear out the cobwebs and recognized that it was the phone. “That will take some getting use to,” she said out loud to herself. “Hello.”155

“Hey, I just got your message. What ‘s up?” A perky voice sounded through the receiver.
Smiling to herself Shea replied, “hey Lila. I’m glad you called back. I was wondering if you were free for dinner?”156

“Umm, let me check my schedule,” she could hear papers rustling in the background. Shea reached over and opened the window above her small sink and took a deep breath as she waited for Lila to finish flipping pages. The heavy perfume of the flowers below her apartment building drifted up through her open window. The rain had left the streets with the illusion of diamonds imbedded in the asphalt. “Lets see. I don’t have anything planned for tonight. Why did you want to meet for dinner?”157

The smile disappeared from her face, “I need your legal advice and I thought we could catch up while we’re at it.”158

Seriousness crept into Lila’s voice, “sure. Is there anything I need to research before tonight?”
Shea hesitated, “find out anything you can about stalkers and what the police can do about it for me, okay?”159

General concern leaped out when Lila replied. “Shea is there something going on there that I should be worried about?”160

“I’m not sure. I’ve been getting these letters lately and I’m not sure what to make of them. At first I was flattered but now I’m a little scared. I’ll give you the full low down tonight face to face.”161

“Are you sure you don’t want to go right to the police with this?”
“No, I’d like to talk to you about this first. Lets make it eight, okay?”162

“That’s good for me. Oh Shea?”

“Yes?”163

“Bring those letters with you. You did keep them, didn’t you?”164

“Of course. See you tonight. Bye and Lila?”165

“Yes?”166

“Thanks.”167

“Anytime, bye.”168

Shea replaced the receiver and stared out the window mesmerized by the sparkling road below her window.169

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Shea stood on the corner waiting for Lila’s driver to roll up. For fifteen minutes she’d been standing there, shivering from the chill that the days rain had produced. She was becoming impatient as she glimpsed up at the fading traces of orange and pink. As of now the rain had lulled and the clouds were moving on giving the impressions of a clear but cold night. Pulling her hands out of her denim coat pockets she blew warm air on her palms and rubbed them together. She watched as her breath departed into the young night sky. Now and again she glanced behind her and down the street. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up when she looked at the building across from her. She shook off the feeling of eyes on her. The crisp air smelled clean as the stars started to appear. Shea stuck her cold hands back into her denim coat and watched the wheels of the passing cars splash through the puddles on the road.172

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Unaware of the man standing three stories up watching her from the grimy window. His breath clouded the window as he trembled with frustration and longing. Wanting to make his move but knowing it was too soon.
Inhaling on the cigarette he wiped the newly formed cloud of condensation off the pane of glass. Cigarette butts and ashes still cluttered the floor. His hair still greasy and his clothes an unwashed mess of sweat stains and food.174


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Lila and Shea slipped through clothed tables headed for the last open one in the back. On the way over in the car they had not spoken on the subject that had brought them together that cold twilight, but caught up on the latest events in their lives.
The restaurant was small and quiet enough so that they could be heard without yelling and bringing unwanted attention to themselves. The round tables held nothing more than salt and pepper shakers and assorted utensils. Napkins apparently came with the dinner or not at all. It was not a restaurant Shea or Lila had been acquainted with. They chose it because of that reason. Hoping to cause some chaos in the stalkers plan by becoming unpredictable. The smell of garlic floated through he air as the waiter approached the table. Through the windows Shea could see that night had set and the stars twinkled brightly in the velvet sky.176

After they had ordered Lila turned towards Shea and asked, “ did you bring the letters?” Her large eyes showing her concern. Lila had on an elegant tan business suit with a white shirt underneath. Her hair was pinned up in a bun at the base of her head and gold hops hung from her ears. She wore little makeup and it brought out her natural beauty.177

“Here,” Shea handed her two letters.178

“Only two,” Lila laughed. “The way you talked I expected more.” Lila took a few moments to read them. “Well this one,” she held out the first one, “sounds threatening, but not serious enough. Is he watching you because he likes you or because he wants to hurt you?”179

“I don’t know.” She said frustrated, “I just get these white letters along with a single red rose.”
The restraunt noise had rose to a busy hum as the waitress and waiters wove around table’s delivery food and drink. The clink of silverware on plates was accompanied by laughter and coughs.180

“If you don’t know who the person is there’s nothing we can do.” Lila sighed and shook her bun. “If you knew whom the person was we could get a court ordered restraining order, but because you’ve never seen him, there’s nothing we can do,” she repeated.181

Shea shook her head, “but I have seen him sorta.”182

“Yes, I understand that, but you really haven’t.” Lila reached over and took her hand.
Shaking her head once again Shea looked into Lila’s eyes, “I don’t understand. Isn’t there anything we can do?” The anger and frustration were apparent in her voice.183

“No,” Lila said in a quiet whisper.184

Slamming her fist onto the table. “So until I know who this person is or they do something physical to me, I am helpless to do anything. Am I understanding you correctly?” Her voice rose and the other customers stopped and stared.185

Folding her hand on the edge of the table Lila looked her straight in the eye, “yes, that it right. You have to understand that nothing has really been done to you or your personal belongings. So I have no evidence to show the police. Please understand, I don’t like this anymore than you do.” Lila looked onto Shea’s angry face.186

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