The dark haired, gothic, twenty-two year old sat in the chair behind her desk. She had a ring pierced in her nose, and had make-up all around her eyes. She gave a weak sigh, laying back in the chair and looking at her.
Julie James-Bronson sat up, "So, Silvia, what's bothering you now?"
"Oh, my boyfriend, my sister, my sisters... -GIRLFRIEND-.." Silvia Waters moaned, "And the drink. I've been off it for two months.. But I just don't know if I can keep off it much longer.. You know?"
"Oh, yes. I see." The black-haired woman scribbled something down in a pad. "Well, Rebecca has your new prescription at her desk, you can pick it up on your way out. Maybe it'll help more."
"Maybe..." Silvia got up. "Thanks, Julie." Silvia turned around, and walked out, her leather making a wush-wash noise. Julie smiled and sat back. "I think there's hope."
As soon as Silvia left, Julie sat down her notepad. "Hmm.." She pushed her pen against her cheek, thinking. Then she wrote down something else. "Lets see.... Michael comes in at five... Shane comes over at six-thirty..."
She continued babbling on about work, when there was a knock at the door. Julie looked up, a blink coming to her eyes. "Come in." As soon as she said it, the door flew open. Rebecca Hannigan walked in, holding a stack of letters.
Rebecca was a young, whitty secretary. She had long, brown hair, and a happy smile. "Good afternoon ma'am. There's someone here to see you, and I've picked up your mail." Rebecca sat down the pile of mail neatly on Julie's desk, then scuddled out.
Karla walked in a few second later. "Girl?" Julie got up, "Karla!" Julie Bronson and Karla Wilson embraced tightly. "It's been a while," Karla explained, "but you haven't changed one bit, girlfriend." The two pulled out of the embrace, only to hug again.
"Wow, this is a spazzy place you got her, girl." Karla walked around the office, admiring the old books, the polished desk, and the fluffy chairs. "You 'movin on UP." She smiled.
"So, Karla, what've you been doing these past months?" Julie looked at her long-time friend. "Well," she began, "I tried singing out in Los Angeles, but it just didn't work, that's why I came over to Chicago to see you two. I think it's a cool city. I mean there's the Empire State Building.."
"That's in New York, Karla."
"Oh, well, there's still-- Uh.. You and Ray.. Hey, how is the hubby, anyways?"
"Un-employed. He quit working at our old town when we got married. At first he worked as a Hotel Clerk, didn't work. He was fired."
"So it's you.. Supporting him?" Karla giggled.
"I don't like to think that." Julie blinked, picking up her notepad.
"This -is- really cool, girl. You've really hit it big."
"Yeah, I guess."
"You *guess*?"
"So anything else new?"
"Raymond Bronson, Jr."
"Really?"
"No."
"... You almost had me there." Karla smacked her knee.
"Heh.." Julie grunted.
Suddenly the door flew up again. Rebecca rustled in, half pushed. "Mrs. Bronson I couldn't stop her--" She was cut off by Heide Clonees.
"Well, well, well," the young blonde said, darting her blue eyes around. "Visitors during a working hour? I should report you to the boss."
"Heide, it's just an old friend."
"Still... And after I tell him, you'll get fired, I'll get your place. Helping those poor, lost, tortured souls with their nightmares and addictions and problems, while you and your -hubby-, who you take care of sit out on the street eating out of my garbage."
"Ms. Clonees, if you don't leave I will report you." Rebecca snapped.
"Fine, I'll leave. But I'll be back. But that time, it'll be for good." She smiled wickedly and walked out of the fancy room, using her most business-like walk, and laughing evily and she disappeared out of the secretary's room and into the hall.
"Boy.. I think she'd be better at being a witch." Karla said, seriousness in her voice.
"Heh," Rebecca said, straightening out her hair and slowly walking out, trying to act like she was as cool as could be, not even trying to do that business walk.
"Well..." Karla said, "She's a nasty one. Oh girl, look at the time, I should be going... Really.. Don't worry, I'm staying a hotel.. Uhh... Here.." She plucked up a fancy pen, fidgited with it, then took Julie's had and wrote it down like a ten year old girl telling her best friend her address.
"There, you call me.. 'Cause I don't know your phone-number." Karla stompled out, waving.
Julie smiled, finally getting a slight moment of relaxation, and picked up her stack of letters. "Bill... Card.. Mom.... Hmm..."
" Julie James "
"Who would still call me that?" She looked at the top. No return address. She tensed. "No, no.. He died.." She picked up a silver envolope-opener and slit the letter, pulling it out. This is what it read:
"Why howdy there, Jules,
Remember me? Yeah, that's right (write), it's me. Herbert Bronson. Yeah, Raymond's dad. Uhuh. I just wanted to say thanks for makin' my boy (boi) so happy (happi) with marryin' him and all. Sorry I didn't put Julie Bronson, I just didn't know if you changed yer last name or kept it the same. Mebbe you did, mebbe you didn't, anyways, I just wanted to inform (info'm) you that I'm comin' up to visit'you'n two young'n's. Just to inform (info'm)
Herbert Bronson."
She sighed. Herbert, she remember him. She continued through the letters, setting that special one aside. Another one. Julie Bronson. No return address, either. Two letters from Herbert? She read:
"I'll NEVER Forget What You Did Last Summer."
She screamed, cut herself with the envolope-opener and dropped the letter. The blood from her finger seeped down onto the word "Never" which was face up on the floor...
Julie James-Bronson sat up, "So, Silvia, what's bothering you now?"
"Oh, my boyfriend, my sister, my sisters... -GIRLFRIEND-.." Silvia Waters moaned, "And the drink. I've been off it for two months.. But I just don't know if I can keep off it much longer.. You know?"
"Oh, yes. I see." The black-haired woman scribbled something down in a pad. "Well, Rebecca has your new prescription at her desk, you can pick it up on your way out. Maybe it'll help more."
"Maybe..." Silvia got up. "Thanks, Julie." Silvia turned around, and walked out, her leather making a wush-wash noise. Julie smiled and sat back. "I think there's hope."
As soon as Silvia left, Julie sat down her notepad. "Hmm.." She pushed her pen against her cheek, thinking. Then she wrote down something else. "Lets see.... Michael comes in at five... Shane comes over at six-thirty..."
She continued babbling on about work, when there was a knock at the door. Julie looked up, a blink coming to her eyes. "Come in." As soon as she said it, the door flew open. Rebecca Hannigan walked in, holding a stack of letters.
Rebecca was a young, whitty secretary. She had long, brown hair, and a happy smile. "Good afternoon ma'am. There's someone here to see you, and I've picked up your mail." Rebecca sat down the pile of mail neatly on Julie's desk, then scuddled out.
Karla walked in a few second later. "Girl?" Julie got up, "Karla!" Julie Bronson and Karla Wilson embraced tightly. "It's been a while," Karla explained, "but you haven't changed one bit, girlfriend." The two pulled out of the embrace, only to hug again.
"Wow, this is a spazzy place you got her, girl." Karla walked around the office, admiring the old books, the polished desk, and the fluffy chairs. "You 'movin on UP." She smiled.
"So, Karla, what've you been doing these past months?" Julie looked at her long-time friend. "Well," she began, "I tried singing out in Los Angeles, but it just didn't work, that's why I came over to Chicago to see you two. I think it's a cool city. I mean there's the Empire State Building.."
"That's in New York, Karla."
"Oh, well, there's still-- Uh.. You and Ray.. Hey, how is the hubby, anyways?"
"Un-employed. He quit working at our old town when we got married. At first he worked as a Hotel Clerk, didn't work. He was fired."
"So it's you.. Supporting him?" Karla giggled.
"I don't like to think that." Julie blinked, picking up her notepad.
"This -is- really cool, girl. You've really hit it big."
"Yeah, I guess."
"You *guess*?"
"So anything else new?"
"Raymond Bronson, Jr."
"Really?"
"No."
"... You almost had me there." Karla smacked her knee.
"Heh.." Julie grunted.
Suddenly the door flew up again. Rebecca rustled in, half pushed. "Mrs. Bronson I couldn't stop her--" She was cut off by Heide Clonees.
"Well, well, well," the young blonde said, darting her blue eyes around. "Visitors during a working hour? I should report you to the boss."
"Heide, it's just an old friend."
"Still... And after I tell him, you'll get fired, I'll get your place. Helping those poor, lost, tortured souls with their nightmares and addictions and problems, while you and your -hubby-, who you take care of sit out on the street eating out of my garbage."
"Ms. Clonees, if you don't leave I will report you." Rebecca snapped.
"Fine, I'll leave. But I'll be back. But that time, it'll be for good." She smiled wickedly and walked out of the fancy room, using her most business-like walk, and laughing evily and she disappeared out of the secretary's room and into the hall.
"Boy.. I think she'd be better at being a witch." Karla said, seriousness in her voice.
"Heh," Rebecca said, straightening out her hair and slowly walking out, trying to act like she was as cool as could be, not even trying to do that business walk.
"Well..." Karla said, "She's a nasty one. Oh girl, look at the time, I should be going... Really.. Don't worry, I'm staying a hotel.. Uhh... Here.." She plucked up a fancy pen, fidgited with it, then took Julie's had and wrote it down like a ten year old girl telling her best friend her address.
"There, you call me.. 'Cause I don't know your phone-number." Karla stompled out, waving.
Julie smiled, finally getting a slight moment of relaxation, and picked up her stack of letters. "Bill... Card.. Mom.... Hmm..."
" Julie James "
"Who would still call me that?" She looked at the top. No return address. She tensed. "No, no.. He died.." She picked up a silver envolope-opener and slit the letter, pulling it out. This is what it read:
"Why howdy there, Jules,
Remember me? Yeah, that's right (write), it's me. Herbert Bronson. Yeah, Raymond's dad. Uhuh. I just wanted to say thanks for makin' my boy (boi) so happy (happi) with marryin' him and all. Sorry I didn't put Julie Bronson, I just didn't know if you changed yer last name or kept it the same. Mebbe you did, mebbe you didn't, anyways, I just wanted to inform (info'm) you that I'm comin' up to visit'you'n two young'n's. Just to inform (info'm)
Herbert Bronson."
She sighed. Herbert, she remember him. She continued through the letters, setting that special one aside. Another one. Julie Bronson. No return address, either. Two letters from Herbert? She read:
"I'll NEVER Forget What You Did Last Summer."
She screamed, cut herself with the envolope-opener and dropped the letter. The blood from her finger seeped down onto the word "Never" which was face up on the floor...