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Our usual meet-up spot, Tracy’s, was quiet for a Friday afternoon. Come to think of it, my shift at<br />
the Café had been pretty dead too. Tracina was glad for it, so pregnant now that people didn’t really<br />
feel comfortable having her wait on them because she looked like she could drop the baby right at<br />
their table. It was only a matter of weeks before she’d be off her feet entirely.<br />
Will had posted for a replacement, but then his brother Jackson from Slidell asked if he’d take on<br />
his oldest daughter, Claire, a quirky, dreadlocked seventeen-year-old who wanted to finish high<br />
school at the New Orleans Center for Creative Arts, which had a campus not far from the Café.<br />
Between piercings and poetry readings, she promised she could work two nights a week and<br />
weekends, more shifts during the summer. Will was reluctant at first to have his unruly teenage niece<br />
also living with him, until Tracina pointed out the convenient babysitter possibilities once their child<br />
was born. So Claire started immediately, and immediately fit in at the restaurant by pissing off Dell<br />
and getting underfoot.<br />
Matilda wasn’t finished listing all the caveats of recruiting Mark.<br />
“If Mark passes all the tests, he’ll still have to be trained, Cassie. And the other women have to<br />
weigh in. It has to be unanimous.”<br />
“He’ll appeal. And Dauphine has a thing for musicians.”<br />
“And then there’s the matter of you and Jesse. He could turn you down, you know. I mean, he has<br />
one last go through S.E.C.R.E.T. and he may want to savor that opportunity. Are you ready for<br />
potential rejection?”<br />
“Sure. Yeah. Of course.” I shrugged, taking a sip of my beer.<br />
I flinched because I was lying. S.E.C.R.E.T. had given me many gifts, but the ability to withstand<br />
rejection wasn’t one of them. After all, there was no possibility of being rejected in S.E.C.R.E.T.,<br />
only of turning others down. Of course Jesse could turn me down, and why wouldn’t he? What was he<br />
going to be offered, anyway? A plain old date with me, a woman he slept with once in a fantasy<br />
scenario, more than a year ago, one who balked when the possibility of more presented itself. Or the<br />
thrill of a new fantasy and new flesh pressed against his skin. Given the choice, wouldn’t most men<br />
want the novelty? Wouldn’t I? Well, no. I had had that novelty with Mark, and more than that with<br />
Will. Mark I didn’t want. Will I couldn’t have. And so, in my mind, that left Jesse.<br />
“I’ll meet with Jesse tomorrow,” Matilda said. “If he says yes, you’ll hear from him. If he says no,<br />
you won’t. Either way, we’ll pull him off Dauphine’s roster this time, just to prevent any tension<br />
between you and Dauphine. That relationship is sacred. And whatever happens, she does not need to<br />
know about this conversation.” Matilda paused to let this sink in. “Oh,” she added after a few<br />
seconds, “by the way, Dominic passed. He’ll be a new recruit.”<br />
“The soccer player?”<br />
“He’s actually a contractor. He’s taken the tests and he’s almost done with his training. If Mark<br />
doesn’t work out, we can put Dominic next.”<br />
“What about Ewan, that sexy redhead friend of his?”<br />
“He didn’t pass the initial round. Funny that. We rarely get a unanimous vote on a ginger, which as<br />
a redhead I find rather bigoted. Marta just wasn’t that into him.”<br />
“But he was so cute.”<br />
“Well, if you’re on the Committee next year you can resubmit him, if he’s still interested.”<br />
After splitting the bill and saying goodbye to Matilda, I decided to walk home. It was a balmy<br />
night, but spooky—no moon in the sky. I could hear sirens in the distance, discordant jazz pouring out<br />
of every other door, which got louder and stranger when Magazine became Decatur in the French