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took another drink from his mug. “How’s the Myers case going?”
“We’re getting there. We have a few more clues. I’m sure Skyler will figure it out.” She swept some sugar from the table and onto the floor.
“And you’re representing the victim’s brother, if it should come down to that?” he asked. Nichole nodded. “Are you still sure about that? He’s in a precarious position right now.”
“Skyler and her mother have put their trust in him. And I put my trust in them.” She shrugged. “Wouldn’t you do the same?”
He laughed. “Nope. But I’m more of the cynical-lawyer type than you are.”
Night was drawing in. Momma Avery’s eclectic house cast strange shadows in the moonlight. She flicked on the light in the lounge and sank into her sofa. Sighing, she removed her shawl. She rubbed at her temples.
Never a moment’s rest.
Puttering to the kitchen, she removed a thick book with a plastic cover from a shelf by the mantelpiece. As the kettle boiled on the stove, she sat down at the breakfast bar. Lifting the cover open to the first page of the book, she was presented with an old black and white photograph of her parents on their wedding day. The cake they were sinking a knife into was simple, with delicate white icing and two tiers.
Tea prepared, she sat back down. She flicked over more pages. “Me and Penny, her 21 st birthday.” The two young women were surrounded by balloons, and they were dancing as family and friends watched and clapped. She turned more pages. “Jill and Frank’s leaving party.” “Hawaii with Janet and Paul, in their new home.” “Skyler’s first day in her very own home.” Titled photographs, all spanning the years of her life. Teardrops welled up, and she rubbed at her eyes.
“I suppose no one wants to stay in Harbor Cove forever.”
She walked to the living room and blew her nose with some tissues. “Chin up, Mary Beth. Bryson isn’t gone, neither is Skyler, and we can help him. We can save him.”
An old TV movie, made in the nineties Skyler guessed, was playing on the TV when she entered the living room of their apartment. Nichole was curled up at the end of the couch, and Clue lay at her feet. A cup of tea was in her hand, and Skyler smiled to see that she was drinking from the “Number One Best Friend” mug Skyler had bought for her.
“I am changing into comfy clothes. I am going to eat chocolate and forget about murder and millionaires and newspaper articles. Just for one night, at the very least,” she announced. Nichole didn’t look up, but she raised a thumb high in the air above the couch.
Skyler returned in a pair of harem pants and a baggy grey hoodie, a baseball cap across her hair. A thick hardback book in hand, she sank into the armchair, and Clue padded over to be at her feet. She read, and absent-mindedly petted the dog as she did so. The sky outside had faded to black. They moved between the kitchen and living room for an hour or so in comfortable silence. The first movie had finished and Nichole looked over at Skyler.
“Boss any nicer?” she asked.
Skyler shrugged. “He’s no worse at least.” She closed her book. “Yours?”
“Eh. Still irritating.” She paused and swung her feet down, as if she were about to stand. “Oh! He got a new nose.”
Skyler’s eyes widened. “Really?”
She nodded with a smile on her face. “It looks like he stole it from a toddler.”
Skyler chuckled. “Oh, that is so unfortunate.”
Nichole stood and went to the bathroom, and Skyler continued to read. Rain began to patter gently against the windows. When she returned to the room, Nichole close curtain before getting comfortable again on the sofa.
“Oh! The sequel is on this channel!” Nichole was flicking through the television’s electronic program guide.
“I’m thrilled,” Skyler replied.
When the credits of the second movie
“We’re getting there. We have a few more clues. I’m sure Skyler will figure it out.” She swept some sugar from the table and onto the floor.
“And you’re representing the victim’s brother, if it should come down to that?” he asked. Nichole nodded. “Are you still sure about that? He’s in a precarious position right now.”
“Skyler and her mother have put their trust in him. And I put my trust in them.” She shrugged. “Wouldn’t you do the same?”
He laughed. “Nope. But I’m more of the cynical-lawyer type than you are.”
Night was drawing in. Momma Avery’s eclectic house cast strange shadows in the moonlight. She flicked on the light in the lounge and sank into her sofa. Sighing, she removed her shawl. She rubbed at her temples.
Never a moment’s rest.
Puttering to the kitchen, she removed a thick book with a plastic cover from a shelf by the mantelpiece. As the kettle boiled on the stove, she sat down at the breakfast bar. Lifting the cover open to the first page of the book, she was presented with an old black and white photograph of her parents on their wedding day. The cake they were sinking a knife into was simple, with delicate white icing and two tiers.
Tea prepared, she sat back down. She flicked over more pages. “Me and Penny, her 21 st birthday.” The two young women were surrounded by balloons, and they were dancing as family and friends watched and clapped. She turned more pages. “Jill and Frank’s leaving party.” “Hawaii with Janet and Paul, in their new home.” “Skyler’s first day in her very own home.” Titled photographs, all spanning the years of her life. Teardrops welled up, and she rubbed at her eyes.
“I suppose no one wants to stay in Harbor Cove forever.”
She walked to the living room and blew her nose with some tissues. “Chin up, Mary Beth. Bryson isn’t gone, neither is Skyler, and we can help him. We can save him.”
An old TV movie, made in the nineties Skyler guessed, was playing on the TV when she entered the living room of their apartment. Nichole was curled up at the end of the couch, and Clue lay at her feet. A cup of tea was in her hand, and Skyler smiled to see that she was drinking from the “Number One Best Friend” mug Skyler had bought for her.
“I am changing into comfy clothes. I am going to eat chocolate and forget about murder and millionaires and newspaper articles. Just for one night, at the very least,” she announced. Nichole didn’t look up, but she raised a thumb high in the air above the couch.
Skyler returned in a pair of harem pants and a baggy grey hoodie, a baseball cap across her hair. A thick hardback book in hand, she sank into the armchair, and Clue padded over to be at her feet. She read, and absent-mindedly petted the dog as she did so. The sky outside had faded to black. They moved between the kitchen and living room for an hour or so in comfortable silence. The first movie had finished and Nichole looked over at Skyler.
“Boss any nicer?” she asked.
Skyler shrugged. “He’s no worse at least.” She closed her book. “Yours?”
“Eh. Still irritating.” She paused and swung her feet down, as if she were about to stand. “Oh! He got a new nose.”
Skyler’s eyes widened. “Really?”
She nodded with a smile on her face. “It looks like he stole it from a toddler.”
Skyler chuckled. “Oh, that is so unfortunate.”
Nichole stood and went to the bathroom, and Skyler continued to read. Rain began to patter gently against the windows. When she returned to the room, Nichole close curtain before getting comfortable again on the sofa.
“Oh! The sequel is on this channel!” Nichole was flicking through the television’s electronic program guide.
“I’m thrilled,” Skyler replied.
When the credits of the second movie
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