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The wind whipped Maureen's hair around her face. She impatiently pushed a strand away from her eyes and jammed her hands back in her pockets. The trees along Avenue A were adorned with red, yellow, and orange leaves. The quiet rustling of the leaves soothed her nerves and cooled her boiling blood. Mark could be so annoying sometimes.
"At least he knows the truth now," Maureen thought. "Even if he did get rid of that camera I wouldn't get back together with him. We fooled around and had some laughs. It's over now. I need someone who is a little more…interesting."
Joanne was striding down Avenue A with a cell phone glued to her ear. She was cradling a stack of files in her other arm. Her face was full of purpose.
"I'm on my way to the office now. Call Mrs. Stevens and reschedule her appointment for Thursday afternoon. Tell Mr. Borden I will arrive shortly. My car broke down, and I am way off schedule. Thanks, Steve."
A store window caught Maureen's eye. The mannequin wore a skintight leather cat suit.
"Hmmm," Maureen mused.
She moved closer to the window for a better look. "Be The Cat's Meow This Halloween" read the sign near the outfit.
"Pfft! I think I've got that covered already," she thought as she gave her reflection a quick once-over.
"It has possibilities, though."
No sooner had Joanne hung up than she heard the cell phone ring again.
"Now what? Hello? Yes, hi Mrs. Stevens. I'm very sorry about having to reschedule. Yes, I understand Snookums needs his walkies on schedule, but…yes, that'll be fine Mrs. Stevens. Goodbye."
Joanne flipped the phone shut. "Stuck up old bat," she muttered as she unzipped her briefcase.
She was so preoccupied that she didn't notice the figure step away from the store window she was passing.
"Ooof!" Maureen felt her shoulder plow into something. Joanne felt her arm go numb, and she lost her grip on the files she was carrying. She watched in horror as the pages scattered.
"Oh no!" She scrambled to gather the pages. Maureen stood there in shock. This woman was beautiful! Her eyes were two deep pools of chocolate that matched her skin. Although, right now they were glaring at her.
"Are you just going to stand there?" Joanne demanded.
Maureen quickly stooped to help collect the remaining papers. She handed them to Joanne with an apology.
"Sorry about that. I guess I should have signaled before coming out into traffic."
To her surprise and relief Joanne actually laughed.
"That might have helped." She had a beautiful smile.
"Let me help you carry some of those," offered Maureen.
She took some of the files causing her fingers to brush against Joanne's. Maureen felt a familiar flutter in her stomach. She chose to ignore it for the time being.
"Thanks. I'm late for a meeting as it is." Joanne led the way to her office building.
"This is it," she said a few blocks later. "Thanks again for your help."
"It was the least I could do after I made such a mess. Maybe we could meet up for coffee sometime."
Maureen's hand flew to her mouth. Why did she just say that? Was she actually flirting with this woman who possessed a bone-melting smile? Joanne smirked and reached into her briefcase. She placed a crisp, white business card in Maureen's hand. It read:
Joanne Jefferson
Attorney At Law
(212) 821-3976
(917) 463-5249
"And your name is?" prompted Joanne.
"I'm Maureen. Maureen Johnson," replied Maureen.
"Well, Maureen Johnson, don't hesitate to call." With that, Joanne took the rest of her files from Maureen and entered the building.
Maureen stared at the glass doors in shock. She had never been interested in a woman before. Could she be a lesbian? No, she was definitely into men. I guess that made her bisexual.
"You only live once," she reasoned. She walked away feeling infinitely happier than she had an hour ago.