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didn’t even bother to cut the engine before hopping out—the discomfort in her ankle was all but forgotten.  She just left her car idling with a trash can lid stuck in the grill.
    When she stepped into the lobby, she found the buzzer for Wavalee’s apartment.  She pressed the button repeatedly without a beat in between.  Not waiting for a response, she made her way up the stairs.  When she got to Wavalee’s door, it was open.  The older woman was standing inside the threshold with her arms spread wide.  “Come here, baby.  Tell Wavalee all about it.”
    Saffron collapsed into her warm embrace, inadvertently wiping her nose on the old woman’s housecoat. 
    Pulling back, Wavalee cut her eyes toward the slick trail of snot on her sleeve.  “Kleenex work, too, you know.”
    “All I know is, you were right,” she groaned, suddenly feeling exhausted.  Dragging herself to an overstuffed ottoman, she plopped down.  Although her body was drained, her voice was strong and full of anger.  “That Parker Sloan is a rude-ass fool.  A lowdown, two-timing playboy.  I wish you had pummeled him with those bon bons when you had the chance.  I wish he had never stepped foot inside my beauty parlor.”
    “Slow down, baby.  Give old Wavalee time to catch up.  Now what’s all this talk about Parker? You supposed to be running a race at McMillan Park, is you not?”
    “I tried to.  But, I twisted my ankle, and it was all his fault.”
    “Whose?”
    Saffron huffed in frustration, dramatically sliding off the small piece of furniture onto the floor. 
    Wavalee made her way to a rocking chair with a crocheted blanket draped across the back.  Easing herself down, she reached for a half-empty bottle of cold medicine and took a big swig.  “You acting like a child throwing a tantrum.  Get up off that floor, and tell me why you so upset with that nice, thoughtful paramedic.”
    It was plain to see that Wavalee wasn’t hitting on all cylinders.  Apparently, her cold, in combination with an excessive amount of alcohol-rich medicine, was clouding her judgement.  Even so, Saffron couldn’t let it slide.
    “Nice? Thoughtful? Yeah, he was nice enough to make a play for me and thoughtful enough not to tell me he was engaged.”
    Still lying in the floor, stubbornly refusing to get up, Saffron waited patiently for Wavalee to finish coughing and blowing her nose loudly.  Finally, the older woman spoke. “Engaged ain’t married, baby.”
    Saffron was astounded.  How could the woman who had vehemently expressed her distaste for Parker a week ago be defending him now?  Boy! That must be some more potent cold medicine.
    “Maybe not, but it’s just as bad to me.  I can’t believe I fell for him.  I’ve been so cautious all these years.  So careful.  I shouldn’t have let my guard down.  I can’t end up like mama.  I just can’t.”
    Leaning forward in her rocker, Wavalee patted Saffron on the head.  “And you won’t.  You are not your mama, and it’s high time you stop acting like her fate will be yours. You strong, and you smart.  Everything’s gonna be all right.”
    “How can you be so sure? It wasn’t too smart of me to fall for the charms of a cheater.”
    “You listen to me, Saffron Butler.  I misjudged that young man, and I’m thinking maybe you might be misjudging him, too.  These eyes may be dimmed by age and the beginning stages of cataracts, but I saw the way he was looking at you at the beauty parlor.  How he tended to you and protected you.  They was something there, and I think you owe it to yourself to find out what that is,” she said, laying her head against the back of the rocker. 
    Saffron could see Wavalee’s eyelids growing heavy.  Standing, she leaned over and softly kissed the old woman’s cheek.  Locking the apartment door behind her, she headed home.  Saffron wasn’t sure what to think.  Wavalee had never steered her wrong before, but she had also not given her