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the thrill.  It was amazing what some people would throw away: perfectly good furniture, like dressers that just needed new knobs; appliances with blown fuses; toys that kids had simply outgrown.  So many things just needed a little work to be useful again.  And, if it wasn’t for garbage-picking, he never would’ve gone out to Harbor Village, and he never would’ve met Bea.
    Uncle Gary would never know he went to forbidden territory this morning.  He would also never know that he missed out on a Honda HRX.  The mower had been just out of reach, on the other side of the tree lawn, the whole time.  But by the time he had left Bea’s house, it was long gone.
    Any other time Trevor would’ve kicked himself over being so stupid.  Those chances didn’t come around very often.  But neither did the chance to meet a cool girl.  No, he couldn’t seem to get pissed at anything today, not even himself.  Today was a great day. Today was the day he met Bea.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 7
     
     
    Bea and Lorene sat at the kitchen table finishing their shrimp stir-fry when the side door opened and Evelyn Stewart walked in.
    “Hi ladies!” She got an Evian bottle out of the refrigerator.  Her blond hair was pulled back in a butterfly clip, her face flushed, but her make-up still perfect.  “What a day!  God, I’m exhausted.”  She took a long drink of her water. 
    Lorene had to give Mrs. Stewart credit for her hard work ethic.  Of course, having the money to start up her salons was easy to get, but making them into a successful chain was anything but easy.  Although Mrs. Stewart didn’t need the money, Lorene figured the woman had to be making a fortune.  While dusting in the office last week, Lorene found some of her salon pamphlets and had to take a peek.  Eighty-five dollars for a pedicure!  Lorene just didn’t understand why women would pay that kind of money to get their toes painted.
    “Any packages arrive today?” Mrs. Stewart asked.  She was always ordering something from the internet, and packages arrived daily.
    “No I didn’t see any today,” said Lorene.  She made a point to check the front porch every day.  She could never hear the UPS truck from inside that mammoth house.
    “Okay.” Mrs. Stewart glanced over at Bea, “So how was your day Barbara?”
    Bea was moving a shrimp around the plate with her fork.  She shrugged, “It was fine.  Same old stuff.”  Lorene could see the agitation on Bea’s face.  She despised being called Barbara.
    Mrs. Stewart was studying Bea.  “Anything going on I should know about?”
    Bea glanced up at her mother.  “No, nothing new and exciting to report.  Oh, I did forget one thing.  I get to represent my school at the regional environmental fair.”
    “That’s great honey. ”  Mrs. Stewart walked over and gave her a quick hug.  Bea sat motionless. 
    No mention of the boy.  That didn’t surprise Lorene.  The relationship between Bea and her mother was amicable, but not close lik e some mothers and daughters were.  Bea had definitely paid the price for her mother’s success.  For most of Bea’s childhood, Mrs. Stewart just wasn’t there.  It wasn’t unusual for Bea and her mother to speak via cell phone only—sometimes for days at a time.  And because Bea was an only child, it made things even lonelier.  Many days, Lorene found herself staying at the Stewarts later than was required, simply to keep the poor girl company.
    “Well, I’ve got an early meeting with the staff before we open tomorrow.  We’re introducing a new product line.  It’s very exciting.”  Mrs. Stewart had been eyeing the stir-fry since she walked in, “How’s the dinner?”
    “It’s delicious.  There’s plenty here,” said Bea.
    “No thanks Hon,” she smiled.  “I ate at the salon.”
    Under the table, Bea nudged Lorene with her knee.
    “Well, goodnight girls,” she said as she started up the staircase. “Oh, and Lorene,