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rude, cocky—you name it. Mary didn’t know much about them
except that, and she had no real desire to gain any more
knowledge.
    Most of the time, Mary stayed away from
them.
    She had her reasons.
    Kind of.
    Pushing open the door of “Catch-a-Cup”, she
breathed in the scent of assortments of cakes, soups, and breads.
Her dark-haired friend was sitting in one of the booths near the
register.
    Mary walked over and sat down with a smile,
plopping her purse on the table between them.
    “I thought you would be late—again.” The
greeting was nothing that Mary wouldn’t have expected from her long
time friend. Black-haired, short, and Asian, Melany was her dearest
and closest friend, and knew almost everything that there was to
know about Mary.
    Sometimes, it amazed her at how they had
become friends. Melany had shared a psychology class with her in
collage, and after a strong. . .okay, maybe violent debate about
how a panda would react to a stalk of bamboo being thrown at
it.
    How it had turned into a fight, they would
never know—especially the professor, who had been the one to break
his pinky in the middle of separating them. Whenever she thought
about it, she chuckled.
    Was it bad to say that she hadn’t even made
her feel the slightest guilty that he had broken his finger over
her?
    Melany hadn’t thought so.
    “Life has been. . .busy,” she said to her
friend, sighing.
    “I see. Ulrich called me a bit ago.” Melany
looked at her from the corner of her eye, looking much like the
mother she soon would be. Archaeos and married to the man of her
dreams, Melany had a lot going for her in life. Mary just hoped
that when the time came and the Separation—as she was starting to
call it—was starting, it didn’t affect Melany and her new-found
happiness.
    Mary raised a brow. “Oh? Great, what
about?”
    “Just that I should keep an eye on you when I
see you. Wanna let me know what that’s about?” Melany leaned back
in her chair, arms crossed over her chest, foot tapping along the
floor.
    She looked at her friend innocently. “I have
no. . .idea.”
    A rolling of the eyes. Then a snort.
    The waitress, dressed in a green shirt with
the logo on her breast, walked over to them and sat down a plate of
pumpkin cake with some kind of white cream on top. “I’ll be back
shortly with your receipt, but until then, enjoy!” She walked back
to the counter with a forced skip in her step.
    Mary grabbed for a fork just as Melany did,
and they dug in. She practically moaned when the delicious taste
hit her full force. “My god,” she said, eyes closing.
    “Oh, I know!” Melany sounded just as orgasmic
as Mary did.
    The next couple of minutes was spent eating
the cake with small chatter on the side. They normally didn’t talk
as much as other old-time friends, but they still had the closeness
that everyone needed.
    “Any word on the latest murder?” Melany asked
nonchalantly, looking up with the fork in her mouth.
    “Not really. I have to be in the station at
three,” she said, rolling her eyes and taking another bite.
    “Shouldn’t you have gone in by now?”
    Mary swallowed. “Yeah, I have already.
But now we have someone else who wants to question me. About Jared.”
    Melony’s lips tightened. “That poor guy. I
hate how everyone is targeting him. Truthfully, I don’t believe he
has done a thing wrong besides mind his own business and save a
lady from getting killed.”
    “Apparently something is up with that ‘lady”
though,” she said quietly, frustrated. She hated not knowing
things, and this “lady” was an anomaly that she didn’t need.
    “What do you mean?” her friend asked,
confused. Her small hand lifted to brush the hair out of her face
and as she sat up straighter. Mary could see the faint rise of her
stomach.
    “Just. . .not normal. Jared, when I went in
to talk to him, said that there was something “different” about
her. The way he said it. . .Melany, I could honestly feel my