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studied his masculine build and
mysteriously Camina's obsession with Bruce rang a bell that
resonated with her. Though Bianca had heard Camina boast about him
many times, it never hit her until now. For the first time, Bianca
realized the magnitude of Bruce's princely appearance. It was
almost unreal.
    Bianca moved her mouth to Michelle's
ear and whispered, "Is your friend as cute as Bruce?"
    Instead of Michelle answering the
question, she made a quick dash for the door. "I'll talk to you
later."
    "Michelle," Bianca said as she followed
behind Michelle and quickly caught up to her. "Why do you always do
that? Run away every time Bruce enters the room."
    "I don't always run away."
    "Is that your answer?"'
    "I just don't like him. That's
all."
    "No kidding."
    "He uses people. Okay? And he gets what
he wants more than he should."
    "What does that mean?" Bianca asked
dumbfounded.
    "I just want to kill him
sometimes."
    That remark definitely seemed
exaggerated. "Why?"
    "Never mind."
    Before Bianca could utter another word,
Michelle was gone. Bianca didn't know when or how, but she resolved
to one day discover the source of this feud between Michelle and
Bruce. Something definitely lurked between them. Bianca just didn't
know what.
     
     
    Bianca caught a glimpse of her cousin,
Stuart, as he came from the men's room. He had an air about him, a
buzzed air that disturbed her, and she couldn't help but notice.
That could mean only one thing: He was on that stuff again, stuff
meaning cocaine, once again, despite his promise to stay clean
while employed with the firm. Apparently it was true what people
said about drug users. Once a drug user, always a drug user. But
Bianca didn't want to be jaded. She liked to believe that people
could rehabilitate themselves with the proper motivation.
Obviously, Stuart was not properly motivated.
    "Stuart," she said, giving him a glance
over. "How's it going?"
    "Couldn't be better," he said. Just as
he was about to step away, Bianca stepped in front of him and very
calmly asked, "You're not on that stuff again, are you?"
    Stuart didn't hesitate, didn't blink
and didn't wince. "No."
    "Are you sure?"
    "Of course I'm sure. Don't be silly."
He stuffed his hands into his pockets. As he disappeared from her
side, all she could think about was how she willingly, and with the
best intentions, inadvertently invited trouble into her work
place.
    And she was already beginning to regret
it.
     
     
    Bianca met with Dr. Kern for her Monday
afternoon session, and waited for him to settle himself into his
worn out recliner. She lay perfectly still on the sofa across from
him. Though Dr. Kern never suggested that she lie back on his sofa,
she was inclined to do so on her own. Since her last visit, she was
feeling empowered and much more in control of her life. For the
first time, she was making progress, which is what her visits to
his office were about. New experiences excited her, if only she
could experience some.
    Her decision to make changes in her
life was just the beginning. As she lay on the sofa, Dr. Kern
seemed relaxed, but not a word uttered from his mouth. It was as if
he waited for her, giving her complete command of the session. She
turned to face him, perused his large Adam's apple and tiny eyes.
She expected him to begin by asking her some feeble question like
'how things were going,' but nothing.
    With all of his attention on her, she
decided to go for it. "I think my friends look down on me, Dr.
Kern."
    Silence as she waited for his response,
but nothing, just more silence.
    "Did you hear what I just said?" she
asked.
    Dr. Kern uncrossed his legs and asked,
"When did you come to this conclusion?"
    "A few days ago."
    "Did something happen?"
    "Sort of," she said, then sat up. "I
was just thinking about how different I am from my friends. They
always have these exciting weekend plans, and all I do is paint,
watch movies and cry. Mostly cry."
    "What about the drinking?"
    "Oh, I do that, too."
    Though