“Hold on, Franklin, what investigation?” Bette asked throwing Franklin’s hand off her shoulder and stopping in her tracks. She turned to face him Franklin’s face still beaming and now lightly graced with astonishment.

“Haven’t you heard? Well, it’s all over the news,” he started. Bette took off her shades and studied the little man’s glee.

“I don’t watch a lot of tv. Just tell me Franklin,” Bette commanded insistantly.

“Peggy Peabody was murdered at the Carvington’s manor and now everyone who may have had contact with her is under investigation, including your precious Harold Carvington,” he sneered and once again aimed Bette for the door. Bette was astonished and walked out the door and back towards her car. Peggy Peabody, murdered? She hadn’t even noticed Franklin triumphantly slamming the door to the entrance way behind her as he skipped back down the hall of the CAC.

Jenny watched in disbelief as the bullentin came over the 9 o’clock news. She leaned forward off her mothers lounge, the doiley’s drapped over it showing their crumpled appearance from being layed back upon for so long. She had spent most the night with her mother going over old photograpghs and painful pasts drinking deeply of red wine and coffee. Her mother and her had gotten so close over the past few days. Jenny’s boldness had found new footing in her quests for answers, her pleading with her own ghosts. She found herself revealling things to her mother she never thought she would allow anyone to know. She told her how she had lost her virginity when she was 14, she told her about the incident with Marina and why Tim left, she told her about her love affair with Carmen, even of the video Tim had made of them all. Her mother had starred at her in a new way, unscertainty, when she had finished, lastly, that she may have had a new crush but didn’t know quite what to do with a girl she felt was so far from her.

Now, as Jenny watched the TV, covered with a mirror image of the doily that draped over the cushions of the lounge, she would have to tell her mother she had to leave New York and fly home to Los Angeles ending the revelations she had enjoyed with her mother over the past few days.