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Windows of Oppurtunity – Chp 2
Tapping her fingers impatiently on the arm of the car door, she glanced at her watch for a third time. Sighing she pushed thoughts of the morning escapade to the back her mind once more and tried to set her mind on the morning ahead. First things first, she needed to proof read her final draft and get it sent off for the evening editorial. The taxi pulled up to her apartment building and she pulled her purse and keys from her bag as she stepped out, before handing over the fare and set up the steps to the building.
Letting herself into the doors and starting the first of three flights, she couldn’t help but grumble to herself.
“Waste of a perfectly good morning…can’t believe he did this again…”
She shook her head and pursed her lips, trying not to think on the hours wasted on similar thoughts the previous day. Letting herself into her apartment, she set the keys on the stand beside the door and dropped her bag on the chair in the hall before heading into the kitchen. Pressing play on the answer machine she took a moment to lean on the high bench.
‘Hey Lena, its me, you screening…must have missed you…I’ll catch you on your cell”
Scowling at the voice, she rapped a knuckle on the bench before picking up her coffee and taking a long drink of the now lukewarm substance.
“Lena, I’m sorry I have to cancel on tonight…Cassie has been up all night…don’t want to go into details…sorry hun…call me”
Scowling again, she turned and slouched over the bar head hidden within her folded arms in self pity before she scowled at herself some more for feeling badly towards her friend. She raised her head a little from her arms as the answer machine continued on its merry way, unaware of its delivery of bad tidings.
“Lena…I know you don’t want to talk right now…hence why I’m calling you at home instead of your cell…Look when you’ve cooled down, call me…we need to talk”
Lena pondered on heading the answer machine in the direction of the nearest wall. It gave a small bleat almost in response to her thoughts and came to an abrupt silence. Drinking the last dregs of the coffee, she picked up the handset and headed towards her study, speed-dialling Helen. She sat at the desk, receiver at her ear, and turned on her computer. The familiar voice of her friend answered, sounding stressed and harassed and she could hear a child’s cries in the background.
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WAIT..wait..the chik is straight..trag Shane prolly wont get any but as Alice says “either your straight until your not or your gay until your not”..Post sOOn..