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two and she has said…” A knock at the door
interrupted her train of thought. Mo went to the door where she found Ling
leaning against the wall haggardly looking up at her. She waved impatiently to
be let in. “Oh, Hi, Ling. Linc and I were just having coffee.”
    “I was just going,” Linc
jumped up. Near lunch time for me. Hey, Ling. See you later, Mo.” He sauntered
out.
    “Coffee with Linc?” Ling eyed
Mo’s tousled, barely dried hair.
    “He was going by when I was
getting the paper.” Mo looked at Ling’s smeared mascara and rumpled Goth dress.
She turned back into the room, Ling following.
    “Ever notice how people who
get up with the roosters think they’re better than other people?” Ling plopped
on the big sofa forgetting Mo was generally one of those early risers.
    “Coffee?” Mo busied herself
making another pot. “I don’t think that description fits Linc. Just his nature.
He has goals and fortunately, loads of self discipline.”
    “Talked to that cop.” Ling
changed the subject stretching herself out. You remember? The tall hunky one
with Mayor Whatshisname?”
    “Mmm?”
    “He was cute, thought I’d do
‘im. Old, kinda. In his thirties.” She yawned loudly.
    “A relic.” Mo stared at the
coffee pot. She loved Ling but sometimes she wondered just how she’d rated that
one fifty two IQ.
    “I’m trying to hit on him and
he just kept asking questions about you.”
    Mo furrowed her brow. “What
kind of questions?”
    “General enough. Where you
live. I mean city. He didn’t ask for your address, Momo! How long you’ve been
the fire catcher. How long since you and Claude broke up. Stuff like that.”
Ling gave out another loud yawn.
    “And you gave him all the
answers?” She threw off her robe in an impatient huff and pulled underwear out
of a drawer. Despite what she had told Zack Burnham he knew there had been
something between her and Claude. Well, she’d probably never see him again. The
coffee maker sputtered. Mo poured two cups and sat one on the table at the end
of the sofa. Ling ignored it. She was going to get some sleep.
    Ling sleepily admired Mo’s
tall, lean body. Envied the height of it. It was curvy for an athletic body.
The breasts smaller but full and round. The waist was long with toned muscle.
Mo attracted men in a way Ling envied, and was certainly aware of. But it
wasn’t something she seemed to think much about. She didn’t go out of her way
to do it, Ling thought as she admired the taller woman. That was something she
envied too, in a friendly way. “You’re the only one I know who unpacks her
suitcases and actually uses the dresser. I thought they were fake drawer fronts
for a long time. Anyway it was harmless curiosity. I told him you and Claude
hadn’t really gotten off the ground.” She giggled at her own joke.
”Romantically, that is.” Ling assessed her short well proportioned legs. Longer
would be better she thought. “So what’s up with Linc? He told me he had lots of
studying to do. CPA shit. Gonna be a suit. That’ll be the day.” She pulled a
throw from the back of the sofa over her face. “It’s too bright in here.”
    “He’s perfectly serious. He
has plans for the future.” She didn’t mention how Ling fit into those plans.
“He knows a body doesn’t last forever in our business.” Mo pulled on leotards
and shrugged on a button down shirt dress. She looked at Ling in the mirror as
she buttoned the buttons with her long fingers. The black, wilted spikes of her
friend’s hair were all she could see. Wouldn’t know a good man if she tripped
over one, Mo thought. And she has. Well they were young. At least Linc was
realistic, except when it came to making babies. He’d move on she was sure. She
looked at her own face with its trace of freckles and high, sharp cheekbones.
Her large black eyes slanted a bit. She had a slightly oriental look herself
except for the slight arch to her nose. An astute person might guess at