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A local woman missing- Mary Kubica

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can’t burden them with my kids, too, especially not when there’s this

sudden untold strain on Cassandra and my friendship.

“It’s about Piper,” I say.

“Oh?” she asks. Beside me, Delilah looks up at the mention of her

friend’s name.

“Yes,” I say. “Delilah was wondering if she would like to come over

for a playdate this week. We were thinking about inviting little Lily

Morris, too.”

“Oh. Yes,” she says, “that would be lovely.”

“Wonderful,” I say. “I’ll call Amber and set a date.”

We leave. I go to Bea and Kate’s house next. I try not to worry

about whatever is going on with Cassandra. She’s being snippy. But

maybe it has nothing to do with me. Maybe it has something to do

with her, with her marriage. If I was a better friend I would ask her

about it. I would bring baked goods and ask her if everything was all

right. I will do that when things settle down and I have more time.

I ring Bea and Kate’s bell. Bea opens the door. Bea is a beautiful

woman. She’s as tall as Josh. At first glance, she’s seems

unapproachable. But she’s not, not at all. Bea has tattoos, too many

to count. They mean things. A bird in a cage. A woman’s name

written in Old English font. When she’s had a few drinks, she tells

you what they mean. The woman’s name, contrary to what I first

thought, is her sister, who has special needs.

Bea’s eyes light up when she sees Delilah and Leo. “How are my

two favorite people?” she asks. Bea dresses in an effortlessly cool

grunge style. I could never pull it off. If I tried, it would look all wrong

on me. But not Bea. Ripped jeans, Doc Martens, a newsboy hat.

At Bea’s feet, Delilah giggles. She tells Bea that they are good.

She’s bubbly as she says it, the word mixed up in her laugh. Shy Leo

says nothing. But he grins, the kind of grin that spreads to his eyes.

He’s happy to see Bea.

Bea looks to me. “What’s going on?” she asks.

I groan. “I hate to bother you,” I say.

Bea doesn’t let me get the rest out. “You’ve got a client?” she

asks.

I say, “Yes. Her water just broke. She’s on the way to the hospital.

It’s her third, so...”

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