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CASSIE<br />
I HAD TO admit it was a little weird to see Angela Rejean frosting a cake in her kitchen while wearing<br />
an apron and a sundress, her now-straightened hair pulled into a low ponytail at her nape. Last time I<br />
saw her she was on the other side of one-way glass, making a meal out of Mark Drury.<br />
Dauphine would have had her fantasy with him last night and I assumed because I hadn’t heard<br />
from her that it had gone well. At least, I hoped it had. I hated the idea of her fleeing S.E.C.R.E.T. in<br />
anger and resentment. And I liked to think I had picked well with Mark.<br />
Angela told me to take a tour of the place, while she put last-minute touches on Tracina’s fancy<br />
baby-shower cake and Kit tied bows on little gift bags for invitees. The narrow living room in her<br />
mint-colored Creole cottage on North Roman was decorated with pink and blue paper flowers around<br />
the windows, since the sex of the baby was unknown. But the goofy decorations didn’t take away<br />
from the grown-up style of her place. Red Oriental rugs were strewn about the living room’s original<br />
pine floors, where two surprisingly comfortable antique loveseats, reupholstered in bright purple<br />
paisley, faced each other. The walls were painted a dark coral, not pink, more like the color of the<br />
lipstick she always wore. Framed photographs of Nina Simone and Billie Holiday dotted the narrow<br />
hallway to her bedroom, where an imposing four-poster bed sat draped with billowing white netting,<br />
her even more imposing tuxedo cat, Boots, sitting moored in the middle like a fat boat. On her antique<br />
dresser was a collection of Haitian dolls, and above it, a framed black-and-white aerial photo of<br />
Port-au-Prince from the ’60s, next to that a wall-mounted flat-screen TV. The whole place was<br />
feminine, not girly, cozy without feeling cramped.<br />
“Hand me that tea towel, Cassie,” Angela said when I returned. She was wiping the extra frosting<br />
off the platter with her finger. “Would you mind putting out the little plates? They only had blue ones,<br />
but that doesn’t mean she’s having a boy. I hope people don’t think that she’s having a boy. I mean, we<br />
don’t know what it is. I should say something. Do you think? Or just leave it. I’ll just leave it.”<br />
It was sweet seeing her flustered. She was usually so in control. She was a good friend to Tracina<br />
and clearly wanted to make her baby shower perfect. In that moment, I was truly happy that Tracina<br />
had a friend like this, since I certainly had been no friend to her. Between my unwillingness to cover<br />
for her absences and my stupid dalliances with Will, which still remained secret, thank goodness, my<br />
presence in Tracina’s life had only added complications. While placing a big yellow bow on a box of<br />
newborn diapers, I vowed to be a better friend to her and the baby, regardless of my feelings for Will,<br />
a vow made a lot easier by the presence of Jesse Turnbull in my life. That was his last name, I’d<br />
learned—Turnbull—a small fact that went a long way towards making him seem more real to me.<br />
Since our first date, which had ended in my bedroom, we’d seen each other twice more—once for<br />
a matinee, where in the back row he had astonished me by putting his tongue in my ear and his hand<br />
down my jeans, making me quietly, oh so quietly, come. Afterwards, he kissed my forehead on the<br />
sidewalk outside and left to pick up his son. The other time we took a trip to Metarie to look at a<br />
motorcycle he was thinking of buying. He’d pulled me down a nearby alley and ravaged me against<br />
the cinder-block wall of a garage. All of our encounters were hot, brief and sweet, and each time I<br />
felt that if I never saw him again, I wouldn’t be surprised. He was like a friendly tomcat, one that’s<br />
genuinely happy to see you, to be fed and caressed by you, but that can easily survive on its own.