Claire slipped into their normal booth, her eyes on the back wall of the café. When Donna walked by, she quickly put out her hand to stop her. “Listen, Donna. Have you seen Eve at all? I desperately need to discuss some things with her.”
Donna smiled, knowingly. “I’m sure you do, Dear. I’ll bring your coffee. Scones too.” She winked.
Damn, she’s a frustrating woman. Claire took the gift out from her purse and set it across the table for Rachel. There’s so much to tell her. I need to organize myself so I sound cohesive. Her thoughts drifted to Eve and the life she must have. God, I need to hear more about her, I barely know what her life is actually like. And my vote, if my vote can change her future, then why does it matter what I do? If I vote for this monstrosity and remain a Senator, can’t I change her world by using my power? Rachel’s voice made her jump, she’d been deep in her thoughts.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to scare you.” She took the seat across from Claire. “I am sorry about your loss, Claire.” She looked at the hot pink bag next to her. “What are we celebrating?”
“Open it, Rachel. I think it will help with some of your questions. I know it helped me.”
Rachel smiled, “Well aren’t you mysterious tonight.” She pulled the colorful tissue paper out of the bag, and unwrapped it to discover the book. She looked up at Claire with confused eyes.
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