Hey everyone! It’s been awhile I’m sorry my muse ran away.  But she’s back with a vengeance and a new story just won’t leave until I get it written. I might finis “The Night” series but it has been placed on the back burner.
So anyway here is the first part of my new story When Worlds Collide, enjoy and please leave comments and thumbs up if you like it, please also remember that this is a work of fiction!

When Worlds Collide
Part 1

She walked into the diner, it wasn’t much. One of those that had a kitchen the back with a front counter that worked as a bar, as well as the location of the register. Some of the morning crowd sat on the bar stools having breakfast. The rest of the room was filled with 10 booths and 12 tables. The diner had 20 people in total, the patrons numbering 14 plus 6 workers.

Very few of the patrons even bothered to look up at the new arrival, it was 9am on a Saturday and she was hardly noteworthy in her style of dress. A baggy oversized gray hoodie with no design and jeans, with nondescript tennis shoes.

She took her customary booth in the back so she could watch the entrance and no one could get behind her considering her booth sat against the wall. She pulled the hood back revealing her midnight black hair. She left her mirrored steel framed sunglasses on until she could close the blinds.

Placing her glasses on the table, she waited. Ordered coffee when the waitress arrived and told her she had friends coming so she would wait until they arrived to order.

She was early as was her custom, arrive early check out anything that may seem amiss and assess the situation. She had reason to be worried her quote unquote friends she had never met before all she had were two first names and a phone number.

Not much to go on but that’s all she had. That’s all she could remember of her past extremely frustrating which is why she had waited 18 months to even bother calling the number.

The conversation had pretty much gone how she expected, I mean how would, anyone react by getting a call from someone they didn’t know; with no answers as how they had your name and a phone number. And of course let’s not forget the fact she only had a first, middle and last name for herself. So yes the conversation had been anything but interesting.

She dialed the number that had been burning in her mind for 18 months, ever since she woke up in her “coffin” she chuckled at the thought.
The other end picked up, she wasn’t sure what to say, but the voice started the conversation without even a hello.

Who is this? Asked the voice

This is Megan, was the answer

Megan who?

Look is this Ronnie? I don’t have time to play games I have your number and I need to know some things that only you or someone named Tracy might have the answers to!

The mention of Tracy got Ronnie’s attention, yes this is Ronnie, again who is this and how did you get this number?
My name is Megan Sessions and I will meet you in one day, at Joanne’s Diner at 10 am I’ll be in the back in a grey hoodie. She hung up.

So here she sat and waited. Hopefully she found some answers.

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Who was that? Her girlfriend Tracy asked.

I’m not sure answered Ronnie, that phone is a burner that I have for emergencies, and only 3 people had that number. Robin had it
so she could call if her dad found her and her mom. Mitch and Sloan Synclair had it but they are both dead so…. I have no idea how this Megan Sessions person got it.

Tracy sat bolt upright and looked at Ronnie, the color drained from her face. Megan Sessions? She asked in a whisper.

It had taken an hour before she’d gotten Tracy calmed down enough to tell her the story.

We were just kids back then hell we were maybe 10. Tracy had recalled. Mitch and I at time were just the best of friends, my dad hadn’t adopted him yet. That didn’t happen until 2 years later that he became my brother. We were in my room just talking and listening to music. We’d been friends for 5 years, his parents had moved into the neighborhood just before kindergarten started.

Anyway he just looked at me and was all serious, I stopped and looked at him. He opened his mouth to say something several times but nothing came out. I told him he could tell me anything were best friends things would never change. I never thought they would but what he said changed both our worlds forever.

He stared at the floor and said “my name really isn’t Mitch, its Megan”. I’m not a boy on the inside I’m a girl. I was speechless for a second and he I guess she got up to leave. I jumped up and grabbed her in big hug. I don’t care I said you are still my best friend and now maybe we could be sisters?

Waite a minute; your telling that, Mitch, army ranger, Special Forces, leader of the Demon Dogs. The man that was so far into black ops that the sun could never find him….. was Trans? Ronnie asked almost shouting.

Yup Ronnie I am saying that. She was so sweet and caring, not that later that changed but there was a sadness, and a toughness that never left after he was adopted.

He was adopted? He never talked like he wasn’t just born into your family. Maybe I didn’t know him that well after all.

Ronnie you knew him better than anyone other than me after he changed, maybe even better than me. Now listen and I’ll finish my story and tell you why the name is so important!

We became inseparable after that even more than before, he lived just across the street so every day after, and on weekends Megan would come out to play. I taught her everything about being a girl, well at least as much as I knew back then.

We played dress up, make up and everything. Worked on mannerisms and how to sit in a dress, fashion ect. She really did become my sister.

One day maybe one year later my dad heard us playing and happened to be walking by going to his room for something. And the door was slightly ajar and well needless to say we were busted.

Dad was amazing him being a therapist really helped Megan that day he talked to both of us. After he got Megan calmed down of course she figured she was dead and that we would never be allowed to be friends anymore.

Megan begged and pleaded for him not to say anything to his parents because he feared what they might do. They’d caught her a few times in her mother’s things and beat him pretty good. So he agreed and we held off saying anything but my dad wanted to talk to Megan at least two times a week until they did talk to her parents.

He wanted to make sure that this was the real thing and not a phase or anything but he also wanted Megan to feel safe and explore who she was.

One year later when were all talking the concept of puberty came up and Megan freaked, no way was she going to be a boy! She wanted to know if he could help. He said he could but they would have to talk to her parents because it was all legal stuff and had to have the parents onboard.

Dad said that he would go with her to talk to them and that she would be ok. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.

Megan knew different but she trusted my dad so I stayed home and they went over to her house. Megan was still dressed and my dad really thought that Megan’s parents were good people they hadn’t shown anything that would contradict that.

Dad knew that Mitch was transgendered and that this was the only way so they went over. Dad talked to them and they seemed shocked and very interested in helping their child to become who she was supposed to be.

They did everything right to get my dad to believe that they understood, they told him that they needed to talk to Megan alone and since my dad felt things were good he gave Megan a hug, shook their hands and told them if they had any questions to call him day or night and that he would help Megan get the help she needed.

He came home and got a phone call and needed to get to the hospital, seems one of his patience tried to commit suicide. He blamed himself clear up until he died for what happened next.

He left and it was almost like they were waiting for him to leave, he found out later it was Mitch’s mom that had a connection inside the hospital make the call to get him out of the house.

The second he left the violence began, screaming, shouting the sound of things hitting the walls, found out later it wasn’t things it was Megan. They did horrible things to her. She got away ran to her room that was on the top floor of their 2 story home. She looked out the window and saw me looking out at her she waved once and then the door to her room shattered.
Her dad came in smacked her in the face and threw her out the window, she didn’t even scream as she fell and hit the ground. He turned around and he and his wife jumped into their car and just left.

I ran for Megan, she was a mess. Blood everywhere so much blood. I ran inside to find the house phone still working called 9-1-1 and just tried to hold her until the cops and the paramedics arrived.

Mitch’s parents were loaded, so freaking filthy rich it was sad. The ensuing police chase that ended when his parents went off that old canyon road taking a corner killed them so he was left everything.

Ronnie noticed the change in gender and pronouns but didn’t comment.

Well anyway after Mitch got out of the hospital and my dad adopted him, I still think it was because he felt guilty about everything is the only reason he did end up adopting him. Mitch never said anything and adjusted to life as some sort of normal but Megan never came back she was just gone! I tried a few times but Mitch just looked at me like I was nuts, so I never mentioned Megan again.

After the adoption he took our last name, and he pretty much became the person that you knew. He always took care of me and everyone knew not to fuck with his sister. God I remember in high school I could never get a date no one wanted to be on his bad side. Hell even when I told him I was gay, all he said was

“Sis, I’ll always be there for you and protect you”.

I had an issue, once our freshman year with few guys that thought they’d straighten me out.

They had me against the wall after school one day and well, I shut my eyes expecting the worst, and cringing waiting for the punch that never came. And kind of zoned out, guess my brain sort of shut down Suddenly I heard his voice telling me I was ok and then he grabbed me into a huge hug and got me outside. I looked back and all 4 of those boys were on the ground, some rolling in agony, others not even moving.

He got suspended for that for a week but after that day no one even breathed on me funny. I guess those martial arts classes that he took 6 days a week payed off, god he was scary when he was in a fight. Those same boys had their 5 older brothers that were seniors and on the football team, damn they were huge, try to get him for payback. But it didn’t go as planned they were toast before they even got passed the idea of getting him.
She laughed, the football team had to cancel the season because they didn’t have enough to make up a team because those 5 boys played both offensive and defensive line, and they were in the hospital and then there was suspensions handed out on top of that.

And now you know the story most of it anyway. Oh the name right. Keep it together Tracy. She mumbled to herself.

I’d asked her what her full name was and I expected it to be Megan Sanderson like her last name was back then. She said she picked Megan and that I could pick her last name and we would both decide on a middle name.

Well I was so ecstatic that she wanted me to help name her I felt truly honored. So I picked Sessions for my favorite author at the time and we both picked Rose. So her name was Megan Rose Sessions!

Tracy was in tears at the conclusion of her story, all I could do was hold her. I was shocked I had no idea what to even say. I kissed her hair and just held on as she cried herself out.

Left alone with my thoughts why I held Tracy crying in my arms I thought back to everything I knew about the man I had considered a brother. The fact he was trans didn’t matter he was still the best brother I’d ever had and besides he was dead now. Killed in action, with the rest of the Demon Dogs so the military said. Exactly happened they weren’t saying, but that’s normal for classified information.

I never knew someone like Mitch, I said to Tracy when she’d calmed down enough to hear me. A heart of gold to his friends but colder than death to his enemies, that time we saved the congressman’s daughter Robin was her name in that sex slave scandal was extremely eye opening. He went in there and just destroyed them. He killed with an efficiency and ruthlessness that couldn’t be described. He was the ultimate leader and did his job and expected the same from those in his squad. The Demon Dogs was a 5 member super unit that merciless in their missions.

I only got to be around because of my computer and intelligence knowledge, I was never personally on the missions, not that I couldn’t handle myself in a fire fight or hand to hand but those guys went from one black op to the next never saying anything about how they needed a day off. Hell I kinda thought they were slightly nuts. But Mitch liked me not sure why maybe I reminded him of you and wanted to make sure I was prepared.

He trained me well, but I never could beat him, son of a bitch was crazy with a knife preferring them to fire arms in close quarters. Dangerous with side arms and rifles, but knives Jesus he moved like the wind, he would attack in, out, and around you so fast, it was just crazy. But I saw how he protected his squad and the ones around him. Never giving an order that he wouldn’t do himself.

What are we gonging to do? And when do we get to meet this person? Asked Tracy with a slight bounce in her voice.

I don't know yet, at least we have a day to try to figure it out. This is not good, not good at all sighed Ronnie.

When Worlds Collide
Part 2
Veronica (Ronnie)

I’ve been up since about four in the morning. All the things that Tracy and I talked about last night have been running through head since I tried to sleep. I just can’t wrap my head around the things she told me. Mitch being transgender isn’t even an issue but it is shocking as hell.

But I’ve been looking for this Megan Sessions for about 2 hours now and nothing, I’ve found people with that name and none of them can match. It’s just like she appeared out of thin air and that has me worried.

Tracy said Mitch was loaded and I know she got a lot of money when her dad was killed, so maybe it’s some sort of con I mean it wouldn’t be the first time something like this happened right? That’s got to be it, I’ll have to check with a couple of contacts from the NSA, maybe they can find something. I need to find out how much Tracy really has.

Its 7 am before Tracy makes her way into the living room, I’m on like my fifth cup of coffee, I get up and make her a cup and come back giving her a wraparound hug as I hand her coffee.
Hey babe, how are you feeling? I ask.
I’m ok, kinda still in a mental funk and I really don’t know what to think. Tracy sighs.
Me either. I reply, now don’t freak out on me, I know we don’t talk a lot about this and if this hadn’t come up I never would have asked. But how much money do you really have?

Tracy doesn’t say anything for a minute, thinking of the right way to respond, it’s true they’ve never discussed money it really never came up they had enough so it was never an issue.

Um I’m sorry Ronnie I guess I just don’t think about it because it’s all related to bad things and times, ya know?

I know sweetie I’m sorry I asked but it could be that’s why this is happening. I say as softly as I can.

Your right Ronnie it is a true possibility, I guess someone could have talked after Mitch was thrown out that window and now that he is dead someone could definitely be looking for a big score.

Ok so you know after you guys saved Robin, you know Mitch set it up so that she and her mom could change their names and disappear right? Asked Tracy.

Ya I know I set it up and you did the email correspondence and made sure they got the money, clear up until her dad ran off and left the country after the fall out of his dirty cop friend that decided to send all that information to the press and Congressman Jones killed him.

Right well that all came from the money that Mitch got when his parents died. When I got the email that Robin and her mom were good and no longer needed the money because she was done with college and had got her dream job. And she could take care of her mom. Still not sure what names they are using now, but that’s probably for the best. Well that was 6 months before Mitch was killed. Anyway, Mitch never used that money ever, he hated it. Thought it was blood money or something. So he left it in the account and that’s the only time I ever seen it used.

Well when I checked the last payment to Robin there was a little over 300 million dollars in it, I haven’t looked since, and I know it’s mine now but it just feels weird to use it. And I got about 250 thousand after my dad was killed and that and what I make is what I’ve been living off of and I still have 165 thousand left from dads death so we are set. Tracy said dispassionately.

Shit! Well I guess that sure could be a real reason to be snooping around now. I’m not sure if we should even bother going to this meeting it could be a really bad idea.

But I, she started to say as I interrupted her, ya I know you want to see, so I’ll call a contact in the NSA and see what she can find out because I’ve had no luck the chick just doesn’t exist. Every person with that name is too young to old or dead and as far as I can tell none of the id’s have been stolen.

It’s the morning that we are supposed to go meet “Megan” my friend had gotten back to me and well she couldn’t find anything either, nothing she just didn’t exist. She did mention a name from a police report in a small town, Alta Utah, seems a group of guys five the report said had tried to rape a girl and well they won’t be walking much, their knees had been smashed, lots of broken bones and the guys all claimed it was a she demon. All the victim could add was that she thought she heard the name Megan while hanging out in the club. But that was it. If it was our girl I had a big doubt of that but it might be a way to trip her up.

I don’t think this is such a good idea Tracy! Ronnie spoke urgently. I really think you should let me go in first it could really go sideways in a hurry. She stated for the hundredth time on the way to the diner.

Look love I know you are worried but its Joanne’s Diner, its popular and always packed. What’s going to happen a wild shoot out? Laughed Tracy. Besides she’s a girl how scary can she be?

Hey I’m a girl and I’m pretty damn scary! Ronnie replied with a little heat to her voice. I was in the Army and worked for the NSA you remember, right?

Yes babe I know, but not every girl gets to be 007 Tracy grabbed and squeezed her girlfriend’s hand.
I will say that I’m glad you gave that up after Mitch though, I really would have never gotten through the last year and a half. Said Tracy with more than a touch of sadness to her words.

Sighing Ronnie shook her head I’m sorry to sweetie it’s been rough on both of us. Mitch was the only true friend I ever had and he was definitely more family I ever had until you. She smiled as she remembered the first time she’d seen Tracy. I couldn’t breathe she reflected stole my breath she laughed out loud.

Tracy chuckled same here beautiful, I thought I’d had a heart attack and was seeing an angel.

Ok were here, remember let me check it out before you follow me in. Stated Ronnie

Ya ya I know I’ll wait for the signal sighed Tracy. It’s not like Mitch didn’t train me in anything or nothing ya know she grumbled.

I know, but please just for me ok? Ronnie asked.

Yes, but don’t take all day smiled Tracy as Ronnie rolled her eyes in response.

Part 3
Tracy

If Ronnie thinks I’m staying here in the car, she’s crazy! I wait until she’s gone inside and then I jump out and run to the diner and go in right behind her.

What are you doing? Asks Ronnie as I come up next to her. Well shit Ronnie for you being the smart NSA agent that you claim to be, I thought leaving me alone in the car if this was a trap was a bad idea ya know. They could have kidnaped me and you wouldn’t have known. I said with the sarcasm dripping off my words.

You realize the car is bullet proof she answers back I did learn a few tricks bitch she adds with a smirk.

Oh well I’m here now so have you found her yet?

Yes she’s in the back booth, guess we should head over there and see just what the hell is going on. Ronnie answered with a frown. I still don’t like this!

Yes it’s been noted the report captain. I laughingly reply.

We make our way over to the girl in the booth, the air gets sucked out of me. She looks just like Megan did the last time I saw her, well before she went home anyway. The long blue/black hair, steel blue eyes. I wonder if they get stormy when she gets mad? Don’t, don’t do that, I admonish myself she might totally be someone else, plus she looks maybe 25 and not the 33 that Mitch would be.

She stands when we come up to the booth and sticks out her hand, she’s very pretty the hair the eyes and if I had to guess quite the figure also. She was also extremely pale/white skinned, almost like a vampire, I wonder if she sparkles I kind of chuckle to myself. She’s about 5’10” a bit taller than Ronnie and I.

I take her hand and say hi I’m Tracy and this is Ronnie, the names seem to have no form effect on her. She has no idea who we are. The waitress comes over and takes our order we both get coffee and Megan says that the coffee that she has is fine. She returns a minute later and leaves us to our conversation.

I only go by Ronnie to two people and one is dead and the other one is right next to me so you can call me Veronica. Veronica spits.

Jesus Ronnie, who pissed in your cheerio’s this morning? I asked somewhat appalled at her attitude.

No one I don’t eat cheerio’s she replied just as pissy.

Megan let a smirk hit her lips as she said, good to know Veronica, I like you she chuckled.
I’m sure you’re just being cautious as you very well should be. You don’t know me and I don’t know you guys. So it’s ok but how about we try to be nice? Suggested Megan.

Ronnie pouted but shook her head yes. And then said, Ok so my first question is how did you know that phone number, and 2nd how did you know our names?

Well that’s a bit of a story and most of it is not important, at least the last year or so anyway. So I’ll give you the short version and hopefully it will ease your concerns and maybe I’ll get a few answers from you when I’m done. Replied Megan.
So about a year and half ago I woke up in my steel coffin, well it wasn’t really a coffin but it sure felt like one and for a minute I thought maybe vampires were real.

I see Tracy had that thought! She said as she caught my smirk and blush.

Anyway when I came to and got out of the casket I realized I was in some sort of military bunker that looked like it had been hit by an earth quake, there were four other boxes like mine only they were crushed and blood all around them so whoever was inside were definitely dead. As it was once I got out the ceiling above my coffin fell down smashing and burying it under a ton of concrete and steel. I explored the bunker found some clothes and some gear and tried to remember what the hell happened. It’s weird because I can do anything that someone of my age is supposed to be able to do, but if it pertains to me personally like my past or anything it’s gone, not a flicker of a memory. The only thing I did know was the first names of you two, Ronnie and Tracy along with that phone number I called you on. That’s it other than another name that I just assumed was mine because of I knew all of it first, middle and the last. The bunker was in Alaska I made my way here only because I couldn’t get your names and numbers out of my head, every time I would think I had pushed it out the thoughts came back with a vengeance. What if they know who I am, what if they are family and they think I’m dead or lost, so when I got here I called you. And that’s pretty much it.

I was hoping that when I saw you that something would click, or that you would know me and I could figure out who I was, but judging from your reactions that isn’t the case.

As I listened to her story I felt bad because of what would that feel like waking up all alone in a building like that everyone gone and no idea who you were? That would just be awful. I did have that picture on my phone from when we were kids maybe I should show her it and ask. Could it possibly be Mitch somehow he had a sex change and got amnesia or something, not that would explain the military bunker in Alaska but I could ask her right?

Fuck it, I’m asking. Um Megan don’t take this the wrong way or anything, I start, she looks at me like well I guess that’s probably how I’ll take it but go ahead. Ronnie is not happy I’m even here let alone talking. I load the picture on my phone and show it to her. My brother was military but he was also transgendered. Um is there any chance that you could be him and somehow got amnesia?

Um..? god I’m a doctor of psychology and that’s the way I’m going to talk to her I think to myself damn what a dumb ass.

Jesus Tracy, squawks Ronnie. You know full well this isn’t Mitch. She’s too young and Mitch was killed on a black op in Afghanistan, she wants something and we both know it!

Megan looks at both of us, stands up and picks her sun glasses up off the table pulls out a few bucks for her coffee and looks at me.
I’m sorry Tracy no way I was ever your brother, I’m a fully functioning female. I’m sorry I wish I was at least then I would be able to somehow pick up the pieces of my life. She turned to Ronnie sorry I thought we going to be nice, I don’t know you at all the only thing I wanted was to know if you knew me. So I guess you were right I did want something. Do not worry I will never bother you guys again. Thank you for meeting me, and if you recall I never asked your last names so you can go back to your own lives and I’ll just go on with mine. She turned on her hill and went to walk away, when Ronnie said what happened in Alta?

Megan spun around and her eyes were storm cloud grey if they got anymore stormy looking lightning would be flashing in them. Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about! Then she walked for the door and the cash register to pay her check.

Holy fuck Ronnie! What the fuck was that? Are you that worried or are you jealous of her? Fuck ya she’s pretty but I’m with you always will be. What if it truly was Mitch? That would make her my sister asshole. Jesus can you think how awful it would be to spend the last year and a half of your life not knowing anything about who you are? You honestly think that women even remotely wanted the money jesus you’re a bitch today from hell. If you don’t go apologize to her you can walk home.

Look at this fucking picture, I hand the phone to Ronnie and the shock in her face is evident the mask slipped clear off. The picture and the woman that just walked out looked exactly the same except for the ages of the two girls. That was Mitch as Megan the day she got thrown from her window. Now go apologize or walk I’m serious!

Wow what the fuck is the matter with me? I’ve never acted like that and Megan never even did anything to deserve my attitude. Tracy stayed at the table and I followed out after Megan. The place was busy enough that as I got out the door she just made it around the corner of the building.

I wasn’t think or paying attention, I was lost in my own thoughts, and I never stopped to think what I was really doing. I was following a single female usually not a good idea especially one with the possibility of military training. I would know if someone followed me it would definitely call for an ass whooping. So what happened next should not have come as the surprise that it did.

I dropped off the old style boardwalk and went to go around the back the same as Megan when I was suddenly grabbed, and flung against the back of the building the air evacuating my lungs in a whoosh…. The arm snaked around holding me very tight no place to move. If that wasn’t enough I could feel the razor edge of the knife to my throat the pressure wasn’t much but it was so sharp it had already drawn blood. I could feel it running down my neck.

Holy shit I’m fucking dead, I looked into the eyes of my assailant, the eyes were stormy scary grey, it was Megan but she seemed very different not the calm women we had talked to and way scarier than the woman that had told me not to worry my pretty little head about something because at the moment I was very close to losing said pretty head.

What do you want? She hissed, the words covered in ice.

Fuck me I’ve seen and done and been in a lot of shit and nothing had ever scared me like she did. Trying not to pee myself I move trying to get some room between my neck and the knife. Damn she’s strong I couldn’t get her knife arm to budge and I still couldn’t breathe fully yet. The knife never wavered.

I said what do you fucking want? She repeated.

I’m trying to suck in air, as I gasp I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I just came out to apologize.

She lets me go, just like that almost like a switch had turned off. I’m sucking in great gasps of air and trying not to pee my panties. I think I did a little but I will never tell anyone.

Are you ok? She asks, how bad is the cut? I don’t like people following me, came the smug answer. I told you I don’t know anyone so when people follow me it’s probably not a conversation they want.

Your right it was my fault and extremely stupid of me, I say. I know what I would have done, although the knife is a nice touch.

Yes they are. She said.

She knew I caught the they part of that statement, and I just kind of cringed because I was so focused on the one at my throat I never knew about a second one. If I asked would you tell me where the second one was?

She glanced at my stomach and it was then that I noticed the slice in my shirt, right at gut level, so not only did I run the risk of losing my head I could have been gutted at the same time.

Sorry about the shirt I guess you’ll have a reminder not to sneak up on people. And no I’m not buying you a new one. Your fault your issue. She stated flatly.

So you apologized why are you still here?

I noticed her eyes had gone back to the pretty steel blue of before, well that’s good at least. I’m good in a fight with knives, hand to hand, and guns but I know when someone is better and Megan is definitely better than anyone I’ve ever seen at least the little bit I saw and I didn’t want to test the rest of what she could do.

Ah.. I know but um.. could you… could you come back with me so that Tracy doesn’t make me walk home. I stutter out the words.

Ok, if you tell you me why you were such a bitch earlier.

Ya… um I have a protective streak when it comes to Tracy, she’s all either one of us has. She had her dad and Mitch her brother. Her dad was murdered almost 2 years ago and well you heard what I said happened to Mitch. So she’s all alone and me I got disowned when I came out as a lesbian and I was an only child of only child grandparents who are also dead.

That’s tough, she replied. At least you can remember them.

We walked back into the diner and Megan stayed standing by the booth as I slid in next to Tracy.

I see she tracked you down, you were gone so long I thought I would have to go find the cat fight, Tracy said jokingly.

I grimaced and Megan smirked.

It wasn’t much of a fight, Megan said. But she did apologize, so she can ride home with you and I will be on my way.

Wait a second Megan, here’s my business card it has my cell phone on there to, I know it says psychologist on it. And I don’t expect you to want to see me for that. But if you would like a friend I would be happy to be yours.

The shock on her face was evident, she smiled and said if I stay in town I’ll think about it. As long as your Pitbull ok with the idea.

The smirk and the sarcastic way she said Pitbull wasn’t lost on me. As I said no I don’t have a problem or an issue with you guys being friends, and maybe me and you can be someday to.

I’d like that if I stay in town she said as she put the card into her back pocket and turned around and said goodbye as she headed off for the door.

Can we go home now? I asked after she was gone.

Oh I wanted to go shopping before we went home. Answered Tracy as she pouted.

Well I need to go home and change my clothes and then we can go shopping for as long as you want to. I said. As we walked to the car.

What why do you need to change? Tracy asked.

I’ll tell you on the way home I replied.