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photo of a dark skinned beauty in a white leotard. “Thanks
Gram. Another great show.” She made coffee in the luxurious but sterile feeling
room and taking it into the bathroom ran a bath. The warm water was soothing.
The coffee, survival. She soaked a while sipping her coffee and thinking about
the show. She shook her head when she caught herself thinking about a tall,
rugged looking detective with broad shoulders and green eyes. She chuckled knowing
she probably wouldn’t be seeing him again. Besides he was a cop. A cop was the
antithesis of her kind of people, the artistic eccentrics she had always been
around.
    Mo rose from the bath with a
sigh wrapping a towel around her head and donning a fluffy terry robe.
Sterility aside, she had to admit the accommodations were first class. As she
tied the belt she recalled that she had asked for a paper. She went to the door
and put her hand on the knob when there was a knock. Linc stood outside with
the paper in his hand.
    “You looking for this?” He
thrust it at her.
    “What’s up, Linc. You had
coffee?” She opened the door.
    “I had coffee four hours ago.
Yeah, gimme some.” His dreadlocks were tied in a pony tail. He wore his running
clothes. Mo poured him a cup of coffee. He took it and sat with his elbows on
his knees. “Ling didn’t come in ‘til five o’clock.”
    “You have an unhealthy
tendency to keep track of Ling’s movements.” She sat down across from him. “You
need to put it out there or let it go. Let it go and accept what is.” Mo pulled
the towel off her head and ran her fingers through her hair.
    “Her rooms right next to
mine. I was up.” He heaved a glum sigh. “She’ll never like me. She’s, you know.
And I’m…”
    “Ling’s not a racist.
Sometimes people just don’t click that way. It has nothing to do with race.”
    “I meant she’s a premier act
and I’m just a background tumbler.” He rolled his eyes. “Sometimes white people
got more race problems than black people!”
    “Point taken.” She sat back
and took a sip of her coffee.
    “So, hey with the police
escort and all, Ms. Biglady.”
    “I’m so Biglady and you’re
so…” She did her best Gloria Swanson. “I’m ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille.”
They laughed. “You know Linc, Ling wants to be seen as wild and rebellious. But
look at what she reads. She’s a more serious person than she likes to let on.
She may have graduated college at nineteen but she’s still trying to break
loose of the demands of her mother. She’s young and so are you. You have plenty
of time for serious relationships.”
    “Coming from a grand old lady
of twenty six, I’ll take your wisdom with a grain. Love is love. Eighteen or
eighty, love and passion…well, they mess you up. I am messed up about Ling and she
doesn’t even know. I guess she senses something ‘cause she has kinda pulled
back.”
    “You’ve got to pull back too
if that’s what Ling wants. But how can she know that if she doesn’t know how
you feel? Problem is you’re already head over heels. That’s a lot of pressure.
You’ve got to do some of your TM stuff and scale back the infatuation. Whatever
you do, don’t let it interfere with your work relationship. You’re good Lincoln
but you see this as a temp gig. Ling is the best at what she does. Her need is
to focus. We have a short window in our business. In ten years or so Ling will
probably be teaching physics and I’ll be coaching. That’s if I’m lucky. Go
forward slowly. Ask her out. If you breathe down her neck, she’ll only cut you
off. How’s school going?”
    “Good, when I can keep my
mind on it. I can’t tumble forever, I know that. Thank God for online courses.
I’ll have my CPA in one more year. Then no more hotels, no more road. I want to
marry Ling and have my own office in Cleveland. Buy Mama a house. Have some
babies. Buy Ling a house, have more babies.”
    “They’ve got birth control
now you know. Ling’s only twenty