"I am sorry but Casablancas?" he asked not really sure he was ready for the answer.
"Yeah let's just say I was in love" she said with a small smile with a huge twinge of sadness.
"You know the name would help you out a lot in your search" Keith suggested.
"Yeah I was hoping I would have more time to decide how to approach him but I guess under the circumstances…" she trailed off looking down at the hands clasped in her lap, tears beginning to stream down her face.
"I know this is none of my business but does he know?" he asked and her face looked up. "About his child?" he added.
She nodded silently taking in a breath that turned into a sigh, "He made it clear he wanted nothing to do with this child before I left" she answered looking defeated.
Keith didn't press it more instead he got up from his seat and walked over to the young woman on the other side of the desk. "I will find him" he promised and she nodded her head silently.
She got up from her seat and walked out to the main room. Her eyes were even more puffy then when she first arrived and she could see the concern on Veronica's face.
"Can you take me to the Casablanca's house?" she asked Veronica, she sat a little surprised at the request but finally got up grabbing her bag and leading the new client, he old friend, out to the car. She knew that Karen was going to have to face him eventually and she was happy to give her support.
The car ride was silent for a bit before Karen started "So I saw you at the funeral" she began not quite sure why she said it.
"I didn't see you" she replied a feeling of sadness rushing through her at the mention of their previous friend.
"I was in the back" she answered not really feeling like going into detail. "God I feel like I have been here all along after reading about everything from the papers" she said trying to change the subject.
"Don't believe everything you hear" Veronica retorted but with a smile.
"Yeah well I wasn't too sure I could believe the one about you and Lilly being secret lesbians and Aaron killed her because you wouldn't let him join" she joked and for once smiled.
Veronica smiled in return liking the feeling of having her friend back. " So you back for good?" she asked.
"Yeah my grandparents are too old for me to be staying with and eventually moved into a retirement home so here I am" she said.
"So are you going to tell me what is going on?"
"Soon, I just need to talk to someone first"
The door opened to an absolutely stunned Beaver. "Oh my god!" he exclaimed.
"Hi Cassidy, it's been a while" she said with a small smile as he pulled her into a hug.
"What the hell is the skank doing here" Dick exclaimed. "Shouldn't you be out running down your pimp for your cut, or does your drug dealer get all your attention now a day."
Before Dick could say anything else a fist flew through the arm coming into contact with his jaw. He stumbled back a bit and looked at the death glare the brunette was giving him.
"Two years…two fucking years and the first things you have to say to me are skank comments and references to hookers and pimps" she screamed pushing his back.
"What the fuck you fucking left" he yelled, looking at Cassidy for some help.
"You don't even want to know about him, ask how he is, what he is like?" she snapped pushing him again forcing him again the wall.
"Who?" he asked confused.
"Your fucking son!" she screamed.