“We all do things we are not proud of, Bubeleh. This does not mean we need to go off and put it in a book,” her mother explained and walked toward the kitchen wither her empty mug.

“Hey,” Shane said striding up behind Carmen. Carmen smiled and spun around to see Shane decked out in sunglasses, jeans, a black singlet and a new suede jacket.

“Hey, nice jacket,” she said and followed the hem with her fingers. The pull brought Shane in a little closer to where she could smell Carmen’s perfume. They were outisde of Milk and Shane looked up a little dissapointed. Carmen looked up at the sign and then back at Shane. “I figured it was safe. A nonpartisan meeting place if you will. Beside I heard they’re doing something weird tonight and wanted to check it out,” Carmen explained.

Shane shook her head and spit the tooth pick out of her mouth and onto the side walk. “Yeah it’s cool. So, you look great.” Shane said. She did look great. Carmen wore a tan jacket, a white shirt, a white fadora and dark blue jeans. A few tribal beads hung of one of her wrists and they walked into the bar.

Alice leaned back in the chair. The pad of paper was nearly full and the chinese container was nearly empty. She had been interviewing Robyn for most of the day. “So wow, I thought he was just hocked up on drugs or something but he was really just impotent. Who would of thought?” Alice said as she dug out the last of the noodles. Robyn was now sitting on the edge of her desk nearest to Alice and finishing off an egg roll.

“And luckily he’s not a client or he could sue me for doctor patient confidentiality,” Robyn laughed. Alice’s coat had been chucked to one side and she reached for it for a spare pen. Her watch glowed and showed her the time.

“Wow, have I been here that long? I’ve got to go. I’m sorry I took up so much of your time,” Alice said reaching for her bag. On the run again, she thought.

“Oh, you’re leaving?” Robyn asked rising up off her desk. She sounded slightly dissapointed. Alice paused and stared on blushing but puzzled.