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    Best Thing That’s Ever Happened To Me

    Because all I could think of after I thought I’d heard your voice was, well, I’d never, you know —

    Pause.

    I’d never.

    Deep breath.

    I’d never.

    I’d.  Never.

    See you again. Feel alive with you, again.   I’d wanted to scream that I still wanted you, that I knew you felt the same as I did, that I believed, dammit!  That you were wrong to doubt us even as you’d turned your back to me.  Wrong, wrong, wrong  – you were wrong to think that splitting up was “best.”  But the words stuck to my throat that rainy day in Seattle.  On the other hand, your words boomeranged around my head for months, and your voice that spoke so softly rang as loud as cymbals in my ears.  But my voice?   It stilled.  My words?  I still haven’t gotten them out.

    He took me home, I kissed his cheek, and left him disconsolate in the lobby of my building.  I entered the elevators without a backward glance.

    That was six months ago.

    “Becca?  Are you all right?”

    “Becs?   Bec?  Bec-ca?”

    But now.  Now it’s not just your voice.  I can actually see you.  And I can’t believe my own eyes.  Have I finally gone crazy?

    Molly Phillips shook her younger cousin’s bare shoulder, trying to reclaim her attention.  “Becca, you ok?”

    No, I’m not ok.  I just saw someone who I thought I’d never see again.

    Molly texted an emoji to anxious friends pinging her in a We-Chat group while she waited for a distracted Becca to say something.   Anything.  “Listen, it’s such a clear night and my friends are checking out views of the city that they say you just can’t get anywhere else.   Do you wanna come with?”

    Silence still.

    Half an hour earlier, Molly and Becca had arrived at the annual Ballet Theater Gala fund-raiser beyond-fashionably- late.   While urging the Uber driver to hurry Molly had texted her anxious friends, “Chill: m on my way.  Stopped at Becca’s.  Took a while to convince her. ”

    Once they got to the Gala, Becca seemed to loosen up, to Molly’s relief, after they’d stopped to talk to some of Becca’s old friends from college.  Then they’d been waylaid by a group of geek types who’d approached them soon after they left Becca’s college friends.    After some chit-chat with the geeks, Molly had expertly maneuvered herself and Becca out, claiming that they had other friends waiting for them.  They’d used a waiter nearby as a wedge between them and the geeks, and had escaped, drinks in hand, to quickstep their way into the thick of the crowd thronging the dance floor, heading to a gang they normally hung out with in the Hamptons – they’d spotted Molly and Becca and had waved them over.

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      • Thanks,

        Had to get it out of my head.

        U, on the other hand, are awesome. I see you flex there, with Gentleman Jack. I mean, what can’t you do?

        You do the best stuff here, Blackbird.

        • Hey Skydancer, Nice to be in touch again. What of yours should I read tonight or whenever you get this request? Presently, just so you’ll know how to guide me to the stories you think I’d enjoy, I’m in the headspace of being on the edge of a story about to birth. It’s a tale about Anne Lister’s watch and how she behaves with, or toward it. The watch has power. It came from someplace special and came especially to her. For all those reasons and more I’d like to know Anne Lister’s watch’s origin story,

          My sincere thanks for your compliment on my Gentleman Jack series. I’ve been off writing many other types of things and have been away from even thinking about fanfiction until, as Anne Lister might say, “Good Lord.”

          My “Good Lord” moment was when the characters hooked me during episode three of Gentleman Jack.

          Okay, recommendations of what of yours I should read.

          Be well, Skydancer. The moon is out tonight.

          Blackbird

      • Thanks, took a while to get it together.

        Yup, you guessed it. The train ride was and will be the piece de resistance of this whole thing, in my mind, that I found that I could not not write down.

        Hope all is well!

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