The brunette sat gazing out her window of the large gallery office for the last twenty minutes, her mind adrift on many a different thought. Finally hearing the nineteenth of James’ knocks, he entered cautiously. Placing some post on her desk, he quickly replaced the old now cold coffee with a fresh cup, and before Bette realised he had been in the office, he was gone.

Picking up the letter James had left in the office, the brunette glanced through them, throwing ever second one into the bin. The news was not good. More board of director changes, less funding, blah blah. But the reality was Bette did such a good job funding the gallery with her own sheer brilliance that the board almost halving her budget was not the worst news possible.

A letter marked Private and Confidential drew in the chocolate brown eyes, as the slim fingers carefully grasped the envelope. Eyes popping out wide, fist clenching the brunette’s heartbeat raising itself just a little as she finished reading the letter.

A thump was heard outside the office, as James’ shoulders shuddered with the familiar fear, of what had happened.

***

29^th July 2008

Ms. Bette Porter

#123 Some really cool Street

West Hollywood

CA 90069

The Los Angeles City Council would like to inform you that your reckless behavior on the city roads in the last six months has been noted, by the LA City Council as well as the LA Road Safety Authority.

You were:

Caught speeding at approximately 18:52 on 4^th April 2008 along Whittier Blvd.

Caught speeding at approximately 07:12 on 17^th June 2008 on S Hill Street and E 17^th Street.

And most recently,

Caught speeding at approximately 08:25 on 26^th July 2008 on N La Brea Ave.

As a result of these findings, a court hearing will be held on the 24^th August at 09:00 at the following address, where you have been charged with reckless driving and speeding:

Chatsworth Courthouse 9425 Penfield Ave, Chatsworth, CA 91311

Please have adequate representation present at the hearing.

Kind Regards,

Your Criminal Justice Officer

Mr. Joe Blogs

***

Tina felt a strange slippy sensation as her foot slid several inches beyond its intended landing spot on the floor. Her face fell as she noticed the huge blob of blue paint under her shoe. Just as she had thought the day couldn’t get any worse it did. Wiping the paint off sloppily, she picked up the Chinese instructions to the new jungle gym that she had imported for the garden of the day-care centre.

“Al, do you have any idea how to set this thing up?” Tina cried into the adjoining room, where Alice was to be found helping the children paint pictures of their families.

“Do I look like I am into the DIY butch thing Tina?” Alice asked back to the confused blonde standing over a large set of wooden planks and poles.

“What’s a DIY butch?” asked Emily, an adorable little three year old.

“Nothing, nothing at all Emily, Alice was simply being her inventful self, nobody has any clue what she is ever on about, okay sweetie?” Tina reassured the little one, before glaring at Alice.

“Never mind about the instructions Alice, I’ll sort it. We really need some help around here.” Tina mumbled to herself, proceeding with the tiring day.