“Hey, what’s up?” Carmen asked Bobby, one of the Planet’s waiters.

“Dunno. Walked up here, and the door was closed. Been here all morning.” His thick Australian accent drawled.

“Well, do you know where Kit is?”

Bobby just shrugged

“Fuck if I know.”

“All right, I’m gonna call her. Hold on.” She whipped out her cell phone and hit speed dial 21. It rang for a few seconds before Angus picked up.

“Hello?” he sounded tired and sad, not his usual perky, singing self.

“Angus?”

“Yeah. Who’s calling?”

“Um… Carmen. Angus, are you okay?”

“Oh, hi, Carmen.”

“Angus?”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I’d prefer not to.”

“Oh. Well, can you tell me why Kit’s not here?”

“Not where?” He yawned.

“Um… At… At the Planet.”

“Oh. I don’t think she’s gonna be able to make it.”

“Why?”

“Well, she’s…” his voice dropped down to a whisper, “Promise not to tell anyone?”

“Of course.”

“Not even Jenny, Bette, anyone?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

“We lost the baby.”

“Oh, my god. I’m… I’m so sorry. Can I do anything for you guys? Bring you coffee, flowers, um… a gift? I don’t know, what’s appropriate for this kind of thing? Oh, I know! How about some tequila? That’s how my family deals with deaths.”

Angus chuckled.

“Thanks, but I think she just needs some time.”

“All right, well, does she want the Planet open?”

“I don’t know. I’ll ask. Hold on.”

There was a clicking sound as the phone was placed on the table, and Carmen could hear Kit sobbing.

“Fuck…” Carmen whispered.

“She says not to worry about it.”

“All right.” Her voice now back to normal tone.

“OK, bye.”

“Wait, Angus…”

“…Yeah…”

“If there’s anything you guys need… Anything at all… I’m here for you. And I do mean you. I know this is a hard time for you, too.”

“Thanks, Carmen.”

“No problem.”

“So, I guess I’ll see ya later.”

“Yeah.” She whispered.

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

3:00 PM