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said.
    Candace
stood and accepted the offering with a quick kiss on Jameson’s lips. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
    “I’ll
hold you to that. Unless, of course, you are too tired from all the excitement, Nana.”
    Candace
laughed. “Jameson, a twenty-five-year-old would need Geritol to keep up with
you.”
    “I’ll
take that as a compliment.”
    Candace
kissed Jameson on the cheek. “You should.” She started out of the kitchen and
stopped. “Will you…”
    “I’ll
check on her in a few,” Jameson read her lover’s thoughts. Candace nodded with
a smile and took her leave.
    ***
    “Hey, Shell,” Jameson wandered out
to the backyard where Michelle was lying in a lounge chair by the pool. Jameson
handed her a beer . “Thought you might
like one.”
    Michelle
offered Jameson a halfhearted smile. “Thanks,” she said as Jameson flopped into
the chair beside her, taking a sip from her beer. “I’m really sorry J.D.”
    “For?”
Jameson asked.
    “Crashing
in on you guys. I thought Mom was still in D.C.”
    Jameson
smiled. “Shell, this is your home. You don’t have to apologize for coming home . Not ever.” Michelle took a sip from her
beer and nodded silently. “Want to talk about it?” Jameson asked without
looking directly at the younger woman.
    Michelle
took another long swig from her bottle. “Women suck.”
    Jameson
laughed. “Sometimes, they really do,” she agreed. “Let me guess? Girl trouble.”
    Michelle
sighed. “More like Shell is an idiot. Seriously, J.D., how can someone raised
by my mom be such a total pushover?”
    “I’m
not sure I know how to answer that,” Jameson conceded. “But, I’m pretty sure
your mother would say when it comes to women, we are all a pushover at times.”
    Shell
chuckled slightly. “I thought she loved me,” she said softly.
    Jameson
turned her attention to Michelle. She was positive that Candace had no idea
Michelle was even seeing anyone. “Love, huh?”
    “Yeah…I
know. Sounds crazy? Four months and I thought it was love.”
    Jameson
laughed. “You do realize who you are talking to?”
    “Okay,
point taken,” Michelle giggled.
    “If you
don’t mind putting the backup lights on…”
    “Lisa. Her
name is Lisa,” Michelle said.
    “That’s
a start,” Jameson said. “And, how do you know Lisa?”
    “We’ve
worked together for the last two years. She’s an art teacher,” Michelle
explained. “We were friends. It turned….well, it turned.” Jameson nodded her
understanding. “I thought this was it. I’m such a fucking moron.”
    “I
doubt that ,” Jameson assured Michelle.
“So? You two were dating?”
    “Yeah.
Dating, sleeping together. I guess that’s where we took separate tracks.”
    “You
lost me.”
    “I
thought we were making love. She thought we were fucking.” Jameson spit out the sip of beer she had just taken.
Michelle couldn’t help but laugh. “I am of age, J.D.”
    “Yes, I
know,” Jameson returned. “Okay, so different tracks. What happened?”
    “Yeah….more
like different railroads. She was apparently making love to one of the science
teachers while she was fucking me.”
    Jameson
was not accustomed to hearing Michelle swear like a sailor. She wondered what
Candace would say if she could hear Michelle now. Then again, she had heard Candace drop a string of ‘F’ bombs a
few times after a conference call. “Not good.”
    “No.
Not at all.”
    “Umm…and
the science teacher? Did she know about the two of you?” Jameson asked.
    Michelle
let out a burst of caustic laughter. “Oh, he knew all right. I think he
encouraged it. Asshole.” For the second time in less than five minutes, Jameson lost the beer in her mouth
violently. Michelle giggled. “You are wasting that beer, J.D.,” she teased.
    “No
shit, Shell,” Jameson rolled her eyes. “Are you telling me she was with this douchebag the whole time?”
    It was
Michelle’s turn to spray beer through her nose. “Do you kiss my