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All Things Blue - page 6
6/12
Nola called. Can't believe she wants me to baby sit for her after all that I went through with her. I think she thinks I'm putty in her hands -- no matter what goes down. Well, she's wrong.
6/13
Saw those topaz earrings Aunt Jean was admiring the other day. I have to get them for her when I get the money. For some strange reason she just loves that birthstone, and hers is sapphire!
6/15
Today is the big deal! Real money in my pockets!
Nola was the ex-girlfriend whose number I had in my pocket. Jeremy was on his way to getting some money? For what -- one of his paintings? The answer was on the next page in bold writing:
ALL THINGS BLUE... my first sale!
I closed the book and pocketed it. A mighty thunderclap shook the small apartment, rattling a little clock on the wall. It had started to rain and I had left my umbrella in the car.
Ten minutes on the expressway and I ran into a pileup on I-75 , so got I off on the very next exit. The rain continued to fall in thick sheets and didn't appear to be letting up anytime soon. I plowed though a flooded road and pulled into a mall parking lot, waiting for the storm to let up. The car's engine idled and my mind tried to place all the little pieces I had in some kind of order.
All things blue? Had to be one Jeremy's paintings. The boy was talented, no doubt about that. And maybe now was his big break. Someone wanted to buy his work and all of a sudden Jeremy vanishes for a three weeks?
And Nola - his ex - how did she know he was shot? What did she know about Jeremy's sudden disappearance?
I dialed the number Jean gave me on my cell phone. It took three rings before someone picked up. The voice was feminine and soft but neither friendly nor mean, and it was quite clear that I had disturbed it. I wondered if I was going to be getting the cold treatment from everyone around me for the rest of the day.
"Miss Jean said you'd be calling soon," Nola said passively after I told her who I was. "I hope you find Jeremy, for his auntie's sake. As for me, I can't tell you that I really care either way."
"Is there some place we can meet?" I asked. "I want to ask you some questions, if that's okay."
"If you're asking if you can come to my house, the answer is no. I don't invite strange men to my house." I listened for a chuckle or a laugh but when neither was forthcoming, I knew this girl was serious. How could I blame her? She was right; I was a stranger.
"Tell you what," she offered. "I have to be at work in an hour and a half from now. If you can meet me at Lucy's, the little diner on Wakeman Road, then maybe we can talk. But I haven't got much time so..."
"I'll be there" I said quickly, not giving her a chance to back out.
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6/12
Nola called. Can't believe she wants me to baby sit for her after all that I went through with her. I think she thinks I'm putty in her hands -- no matter what goes down. Well, she's wrong.
6/13
Saw those topaz earrings Aunt Jean was admiring the other day. I have to get them for her when I get the money. For some strange reason she just loves that birthstone, and hers is sapphire!
6/15
Today is the big deal! Real money in my pockets!
Nola was the ex-girlfriend whose number I had in my pocket. Jeremy was on his way to getting some money? For what -- one of his paintings? The answer was on the next page in bold writing:
ALL THINGS BLUE... my first sale!
I closed the book and pocketed it. A mighty thunderclap shook the small apartment, rattling a little clock on the wall. It had started to rain and I had left my umbrella in the car.
Ten minutes on the expressway and I ran into a pileup on I-75 , so got I off on the very next exit. The rain continued to fall in thick sheets and didn't appear to be letting up anytime soon. I plowed though a flooded road and pulled into a mall parking lot, waiting for the storm to let up. The car's engine idled and my mind tried to place all the little pieces I had in some kind of order.
All things blue? Had to be one Jeremy's paintings. The boy was talented, no doubt about that. And maybe now was his big break. Someone wanted to buy his work and all of a sudden Jeremy vanishes for a three weeks?
And Nola - his ex - how did she know he was shot? What did she know about Jeremy's sudden disappearance?
I dialed the number Jean gave me on my cell phone. It took three rings before someone picked up. The voice was feminine and soft but neither friendly nor mean, and it was quite clear that I had disturbed it. I wondered if I was going to be getting the cold treatment from everyone around me for the rest of the day.
"Miss Jean said you'd be calling soon," Nola said passively after I told her who I was. "I hope you find Jeremy, for his auntie's sake. As for me, I can't tell you that I really care either way."
"Is there some place we can meet?" I asked. "I want to ask you some questions, if that's okay."
"If you're asking if you can come to my house, the answer is no. I don't invite strange men to my house." I listened for a chuckle or a laugh but when neither was forthcoming, I knew this girl was serious. How could I blame her? She was right; I was a stranger.
"Tell you what," she offered. "I have to be at work in an hour and a half from now. If you can meet me at Lucy's, the little diner on Wakeman Road, then maybe we can talk. But I haven't got much time so..."
"I'll be there" I said quickly, not giving her a chance to back out.
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