After around a week of finishing up my bedroom at the now Carlin/Davies residence, I called in a contractor to make repairs to the house. Nothing big just a new roof and some touch ups on major stuff on the outside of the house. The estimated time for it all to be done was around two weeks. I had to head back to New York. Spencer said that she wouldn’t be able to write with all of the commotion going on at the house. So I offered for her to come back to New York with me. She accepted the offer so we got on a plane and headed for N.Y.C.

My apartment was spacious so Spencer had a room all to herself. She needed a quiet place to write during the day and since I would be at the studio a majority of the day then she would have plenty of time to write. Every time I saw her she had her laptop in front of her. I wondered what she could’ve been writing about. She would never let me read it so I figured that her reasoning was the same as mine. We would have dinner together every night. It was almost as if we were together.

“Ashley have you seen my earrings?”

I stopped in the bathroom doorway, “C’mon Spence, you look fine. But if we don’t hurry then my stomach will not be.”

Spencer stared down at her small jewelry box that she had brought with her, “I thought that I put them in here earlier.”

“Spencer.”

She turned around and looked at me.

“You look fine.”

She gave me a half smile and closed the jewelry box and walked towards the door. I grabbed my purse and walked to my apartment door, Spencer following behind me. “So, where are we going to eat?”

“Depends, what are you in the mood for? Burger and fries, pizza, Chinese…you name it and New York’s got it.” I held the apartment door open for her to step out into the hallway.

“I vote burger and fries.”

We made our way down to the busy New York City street, “Then we’re going to Café 52.”