Cordelia
How long had it been? Five minutes, five hours, five months, or five years? Who knew how long it had been since Cordelia Foxx had last seen Misty Day? It felt like all of the above at once. Cordelia went into overdrive after the night she sent Misty away. The only personal time she allowed herself was for eating and sleeping. She only let herself think of the woman she loved was when Zoe gave her monthly report on Misty's general wellbeing.
"Nothing new. She was just working in her garden and singing as usual, " said Zoe sounding almost bored.
"Did she seem happy? Is she safe? " Cordelia pressed.
"Yes. Why don't you go see for yourself? " Zoe asked nudging the supreme.
If looks could kill, Zoe would've been purple from asphyxiation. She seemed to sense this and left the office quickly. The supreme poured herself a straight vodka from the bottle on her desk. She always needed a drink after Misty updates. Why couldn't the potion make them both forget? Bucky nuzzled his head against Cordelia's leg
"I'm fine. I just miss your mother sometimes," said Cordelia picking up the fox and stroking his ginger fur.
Bucky had become like a lapdog, and Cordelia took him almost everywhere she went. She was glad Misty had talked her into rescuing him.
"Cordelia, is this a bad time? " asked Queenie peaking in from behind the door.
"No, come in," said Cordelia sitting up straighter.
Queenie walked in and poured herself a drink without being offered one. Instead of sitting down, she stood at Cordelia's side. Cordelia raised an eyebrow at Queenie knowing that she hardly ever sat or stood close to people.
"Your girl Zoe is a lying piece of shit, " Queenie said, not one for beating around the bush.
"Queenie, whatever drama you and Zoe have-" Cordelia sighed.
"It's not about me," Queenie interjected.
"Then what is it?" Cordelia asked setting Bucky in his pet bed in the corner.
"You know how she's supposed to check up on Misty every month? " Queenie began.
Cordelia nodded and drank the contents of her glass in one gulp. She poured herself another and topped off Queenie's.
"When she was supposed to be gone, I spotted her in town with Kyle. She hasn't been checking on Misty at all since Kyle went back to school, " Queenie said.
"Why does that not surprise me?" Cordelia said through clenched teeth.
"Wait, I'm not finished, " said Queenie, "So I went to see what was up with your girl, and..."
"And...what exactly? " Cordelia inquired.
"I went to the swamp, but...everything was all gone...The house, the garden, everything, " Queenie finished.
Shit! Misty was gone, but where? Maybe she had found her tribe, found people who understand and appreciate the beauty of the swamp witch inside and out. At least, this is what Cordelia told herself to keep from killing Zoe or worrying what had become of Misty. She drained another glass of vodka to clear her mind.
"Will that be all, Queenie?" Cordelia asked casually.
"Yeah, that's it," said Queenie before walking out the door with her glass.