Secrets Part Two - Planning
"Hey Zoë," Jo greeted, entering Café Diem and sitting on the far side of the counter, where she almost always sat.
"The usual?" she asked. Jo nodded.
"How's your dad?" she asked as the young blonde began to pour her a cup of coffee.
"Better than expected," she shrugged but said no more.
"There's something you're not telling me," Jo accused.
"Maybe. Don't worry about it."
"Hang on a second girlie," Jo said, grabbing her arm from across the counter.
"What?" Zoë asked as she was dragged backward.
"Dish," Jo ordered.
Zoë opened her mouth to argue, the closed it, then opened it as she contemplated not saying anything, but she knew better. Jo had a dozen ways of convincing her to talk, at least three involved volunteering her to be Fargo's lab-rat, an experience she would rather not repeat.
Jo just looked at her, waiting patiently, knowing the girl could only hold out so long.
"Okay, you are not a fish!" Jo exclaimed. She may have been patient, but she was not god.
"You were right," Zoë said reluctantly.
"Really gonna have to be more specific than that."
"You were right," she said again. "About dad. And Dr. Stark."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Jo was quiet for a moment and Zoë couldn't quite read her thoughts. She released herself from Jo's loosened grip and returned to her job.
"Hey Vince," Jo said several minutes later.
"What can I do ya for?"
"Just wondering if you still have page thirty-seven in The Book."
"I was just about to start giving people their earnings. Why?"
"You better hold off on that," she smiled mischievously.
"What?!" Zoë asked, turning to face them.
"Why?" Vince asked. "I think its pretty clear who won."
"Just trust me on this. Zoë and I have some fixing to do."
"What?" Zoë asked again. She received nothing more than a grin from the deputy and she couldn't help but grin as well.
Maybe everything would turn out okay.