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    A gray morning was followed by an equally dismal afternoon at the office. Cat’s mind was elsewhere, she couldn’t focus. She ran her fingers over the pile of documents sitting on her desk. They seemed to be collecting dust. “Alistair was right about me,” she thought. She was distracted, ineffective, useless really. So what, her mind objected defiantly. Demote me, fire me. I don’t care. She looked in the direction of Alistair’s office and sighed. After a moment of hesitation, she grabbed her phone and her coat and stood up.

    “I need to step outside for a moment. A bit of fresh air. Can’t focus…” she told Jay as she passed his desk. He tore himself reluctantly from the screen – he was surfing the net, as usual. “No problem, I’ll cover for you.”

    Once outside the building, Cat took a deep breath of fresh air and looked up. The rain had stopped, and the clouds broke in one little spot revealing the blue and the gold underneath the thick blanket of gray. She was craving a cigarette. She was falling apart. Her mind was divided. This couldn’t go on.

    “Where the hell have you been???” Frankie materialized right in front of Cat. She had an uncommon gift of appearing suddenly in Cat’s life. On Cat’s street. In Cat’s bed. A mirage, a ghost, a lover.

    “What?” Cat shot right back. “You scared me.” Her face revealed a range of conflicting emotions, all at once. “What the hell are you doing here?”

    “Wanted to see you. You haven’t been answering my calls, haven’t returned my messages. I thought we needed to chat.”

    “I’ve been busy, with work, stuff.”

    “Busy avoiding me, you mean. Can’t avoid this forever you know.”

    “I can’t can I.”

    Frankie stood motionless. She looked drained and worn out, like she’d been drinking all week. As Cat looked Frankie up and down, her anger started to subside. Finally, she giggled.

    “Have you been sleeping in the streets? You look like shit. What have you been up to?”

    “Well, things haven’t been that great lately. I haven’t been sleeping well. Been hanging out with Jay mostly. His life is crap right now, so we’ve been out drinking, every day, the usual.”

    “Have you got a smoke?”

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