“Yeah.  They are, they are married, and Amy’s
expecting their baby in a two months. 
I’m with Mario, Darci is married to Wesley and Shelby married Mike.”  With
that Emma walked out, leaving Dana and
Shane with huge smiles on their faces.  Daisy narrowed her eye s
at the mention of Mike and Shelby, she wondered if it was the same Mike
and Shelby that owned New Dawn.

~*~*~*~*~*

            Bette was fretting, they were
opening tonight and she was going insane. 
Candace had been working 80-hour weeks, she’d been working 100-hour weeks,
and it was all coming together, here, tonight. 
For one huge gala opening.

            “You look more nervous than a long
tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.” 
Quin quipped with a southern twang and Bette smiled, getting a hug from
the woman.  Quin’s hair had streaks of
blue and pink, and she was wearing the bluest contact lenses Bette had ever
seen.

            “I’m going to lose my mind.”  Bette admitted with a laugh, as Quin walked
around the gallery, marveling at how good it looked silently.

            “She’s already lost it!  I’m not even sure she ever had it!”  Candace yelled from the rafters, securing
cable for free floating portraits.  The
‘H’ collection was going to be shown here, Peggy Peabody had authorized it, at
the pressing of Quin it seemed.  The only
way that Quin had agreed to even speak to Peggy after the fiasco at the Planet.

            “Thanks a lot.”  Bette shot at her, looking up and thinking
just how ***** she looked, hammer hanging from her hip, screws in her mouth as
she wielded the drill with vigor.

            “I have been meaning to call
you…”  Bette said, and Quin blinked,
what in the world did she and Bette Porter have to talk about.

            “Have you?”  Quin said stoically.  She looked down at the almost white wood
floor, wonderful space indeed.

            “Yes.  You’d know, who did these?  Rosita was digging into the whole ‘H’
collection, she was intent on knowing who ‘H’ was.  Do you know?” 
Quin nodded, she’d thought once, that it was the only legacy that would
remain of ‘H’ but now, that certainly wasn’t true.

            “Yes I know.  I just can’t tell you.”  Quin said, she reached into her pocket,
handing Bette an invoice and a few other papers.  Stuffed in there absently an hour ago.