Fire And Ice, Pride and Prejudice Fanfiction

Fire And Ice

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Fire And Ice, Pride and Prejudice Fanfiction

Fire And Ice

Chapter One

The motorcycle roared to life under him. He revved the motor a couple of times to clear the pipes. Raising the kickstand, he guided the bike out of the parking lot and into traffic. He didn’t wear a helmet, although it was a state law in Indiana. Most police officers own a motorcycle themselves and half of them didn’t wear helmets either. Not that he needed to worry about getting stopped. He knew just about every police officer in the area. And those he didn’t know knew him by reputation. And having connections with almost every lawyer in the two-state area didn’t hurt either.

He came to stop at a red light, pulling up along side a blue convertible occupied by three very young, very outgoing females. They catcalled to him on his bike asking him to give them all a ride and to rev the motor. He grinned at them and obliged by letting the horses thunder through the pipes. They squealed and begged him to pull over to talk. He just shook his head and as the light changed to green, left them struggling to catch up.

He headed north out of town, taking the bypass and heading into the country. He opened the throttle and set a pace of 70 mph. As he rode he ran through a mental checklist of things he needed to do in the upcoming week. He would be leaving town for a two-week vacation soon and had several things he needed to get done before hand. One of those things was to update the training records of some of the firefighters at his station before he left. He approached the turn-off he needed to take that would lead him to the little town of Meriton and to the Brighton Township Volunteer Fire Department.

He pulled to a stop in front of a two story brick building on the east side of town. He shut the bike off and placed the kickstand. As he swung his leg over the bike he noticed an old blue Chevy truck parked out in front of the building and two of the four garage doors were up. He walked through one of the bay doors and found the lower extremities of a man sticking out from under the old pumper truck.
“Hey Ted, whatcha doin’ ?” He asked.

“Jesus Christ, boy! Don’t sneak up on me like that! Especially when I am under one of these damn heavy trucks!”

“You mean to tell me you didn’t hear me pull up on my bike?”

“Is that what that noise was? I thought the Air National Guard was landing in the parking lot! Christ Will, what do you need to have the bike that loud for?”
Ted was pushing himself out from under the truck with that last statement, and with a little help from Will, got to his feet.

“So old people like you can hear me coming.” Will grinned.

“Humph, with a bike that loud you won’t have no hearin’ left by the time you are half my age.” Ted shook his head. “And where’s your helmet at?”

Will sighed. It was a long lost battle with Ted over the issue of wearing a helmet. Ted called them “brain-buckets” and didn’t like the fact that several of the bikers he knew refused to wear them.

“Your gonna regret it someday when you muss up that pretty face of yer’s cause you was too ignorant to be riding without a helmet. Hell, Will them girls that ride those horses in shows wear helmets.” Ted gruffed at him.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I just hate wearing the damn things because I feel they affect my range of vision.” Will muttered.

“Your range of vision? Bullshit.” Ted looked at him. “And what else is this get up you got on?”

Ted surveyed Will’s riding outfit. Will always wore leather while on the bike. Even in summer. Today since he was in town Will had put on his leather chaps over his jeans, his riding boots, a leather vest over his white tank top and wore his black cotton do-rag with the flames on it.

“One hell of a get-up to be wearing when they come to wash your brains off the roadway.” Ted said. “You look like you need to be in that one singin’ group that does that song ya’ll dance to.”

“You mean the Village People?” Will asked.

“Whoever those pansy boys are. So, what are you here for?”

“I came by to update some training records. I got the guys certifications today in the mail and I was going to put them in their folders and sign off on them”

“Well, as long as you’re here, you think you could help me get that pump off so we can put the new intake on it? That is if you don’t mind getting yer purdy outfit a little dirty.” Ted grinned.

“ I don’t mind. And I can take the leather off so I don’t have to worry about getting it dirty.” Will mimicked back.

“Alright I’m gonna go take a leak first. You go ahead a get those folders updated and then we’ll work on the pump.” Ted headed for the back office to take care of business.

Will stripped off his leather and laid it over a nearby chair out of the way of any possible water or oil leak, and headed for the stairs that led up to the training rooms and offices. He hung a right at the top of the stairs and walked into a small office marked Training and Safety Officer. This was his office. Five steel filing cabinets lined the far wall. Next to them were neat stacks of boxes marked on the outside with permanent marker listing the contents of each. There were training pamphlets and kids educational supplies and over in the corner was a remote control fire truck with a puppet of the department’s mascot at the wheel that was used for pre-schoolers and kindergarten kids. A desk was in the middle with a chair in front of and behind it. Will opened the top drawer on the far filing cabinet. It was here that Will kept an updated list of all the training the firefighters had. As his title suggested, it was his job to make sure that the firefighters kept current on their training. He began to place the CPR cards he had received that day into the corresponding firefighter’s folder. He came to Ted’s folder and pulled it from the cabinet, opened it and began to read through the lists of training programs the man had attended. Ted’s folder was not quite the largest in the cabinet, Will’s being twice as thick as the others due to the training he needed to be an instructor, but Ted’s was impressive. When Will began as the training officer, he was the first one ever. No one had kept records before Will volunteered for the job, so he had an extensive job of getting the firefighters training records current. When he came to Ted’s folder he had found that Ted had been with the department since its founding. Ted had been sixteen when he joined with his father back in 1952. Now at the age of 66, Ted wasn’t an active member anymore as far as physically fighting fires or driving trucks, but he remained active on the board and did handy work around the firehouse.
Will replaced the folder and quickly finished with the rest. With that task done he headed back downstairs to the bay area. The non-emergency phone on the wall rang and he answered it.

“Brighton Township Fire.”

“Will? Honey, how are you?” a kind, soft female voiced asked.

“Hello Emma, I am wonderful, and yourself?”

“I’m getting by Will. Is that husband of mine still there?”

“Yes, he’s um…a bit busy at the moment.”

“Will, if he’s in the john just say so. That’s were he spends the better part of his days now anymore.” Emma laughed.

“Yeah, that’s where he is. Do you need him to call when he’s done?”

“Yes, if you would pass along the message for me.”

“Will do Emma. Take care.”

“You too Will. Are you wearing a helmet with that bike?”

“Um….no Emma. I’m not.” He replied sheepishly.

“Well, just make sure you keep your brains where they belong dear. Goodbye.”

“Bye Emma.”

Will hung up the phone shaking his head. Just then Ted came out of the back office and looked at Will.

“Who was that?” Ted asked

“It was Emma. She wants you to call her.”

“Great. What does the old bat want now?” Ted muttered.

Will waited while Ted made the call and after taking down a note to pick up brown sugar and vanilla on the way home, Ted hung up and turned to look at Will.

“You ain’t got that pump off yet, boy?”

“I was waiting for orders, sir”

“Well, get your ass in gear and get that pump off. There’s your order.”

“Yessir!” Will gave Ted a sharp salute and reached for a wrench.

Chapter Two

The room was relatively dark, lit only by two small desk lamps, the computer screens and the flashing lights on the consoles. There were two desks in the room that wrapped around horseshoe fashion, each one laden with radios, computers, telephones and manuals. The phone rang and one of the females sitting at the console picked it up.

“De Bourge County Sheriff.”

“Hey Lizzy, it’s Samuels, I need a local check on this male I have stopped”

“Sure thing, just a second.” Lizzy grabbed her pen and paper.

“Okay, what’s his name?”

“Bill F. Collins. Date of birth is nine twelve of nineteen seventy, social is Three one one nine seven four one eight five.”

“Okay gimme a minute. You want a crim history on him too?”

“Um… not yet. Go ahead and run a license check on him though.”

“Okay. Hold.”

Lizzy’s hands flew over the keyboard in front of her while she cradled the phone between her shoulder and ear. Once she entered all the information onto her computer she punched a speed dial line of the phone.

“City Police and Fire”

“Hi Char. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Same old, same old, you?”

“I need a locals check for Samuels.”

“Is he the cute unmarried one?”

“Yes. Can you check locals on Bill F. Collins?”

“Okay, just a second.”

Lizzy could hear Charlotte’s fingers tapping on the keyboard.

“Hmm, nothing active here. He does have a history of some drug related charges from some time ago. And a driving on expired plates, but that’s it.”

“Okay thanks Char.”

“Sure. Call me later if you aren’t busy.”

“Okay.”

Lizzy turned back to the computer in front of her. The screen pinged at her and she paged down to read the report. She pursed her lips and began printing out the pages.

“Whatcha got going over there?” Her co-worker, Anne, asked.

“Seems Sammy has got himself at least an arrest on warrant out of Bartholomew County on this guy. Plus he has a history of drug charges with city and us and his license is suspended with a prior conviction.”

“So you are telling me that I need to prepare a cell for our guest?”

“Looks that way. It may need to be the padded cell.”

“I’ll tell Denny. He is running book-in tonight.”

Lizzy hit the line Deputy Samuel was holding on.

“Hey we have a winner. The guy has an active warrant out of County 5, failure to appear for possession with intent to deliver. He is also suspended with a prior.”

“Okay Lizzy, give me the info over the radio and go ahead and confirm the warrant. I need a K-9 down here for a vehicle search and send a supervisor.”

“On their way.”

Lizzy keyed up her radio console,

“12-39 need you and your partner to assist on vehicle search with 12-13 at 100North and State Road 52.”

Lizzy then began the tasks of confirming the warrant with Bartholomew County, gathering her paperwork, getting book-in a heads up and filed the copies of her criminal history. An hour later she sat back in her chair. The deputies were enroute to the jail with one Mr. Collins for his warrant and for the meth that was found in his vehicle. She leaned forward and picked up the non-recorded phone that the dispatchers refer to as the “Bat Phone” and dialed the city police number.

“City this is Charlotte.”

“Hey, it’s Lizzy.”

“Things finally quiet down up there?”

“Yeah. We have a new guest courtesy of Deputy Derrick Samuels.”

“Sweet. Hey what are you doing Wednesday night?”

“I am going to guess possibly going with you to the new night club in town?”

“Only if you want too, I can call Quinn and see if she wants to go.”

“ Call and ask her, I am in.”

“Okay. So how is Mr. Hottie-Deputy doing?”

The 911 emergency phone rang causing the strobe attached to it to go off.

“Gotta go Char.”

The line was quickly disconnected. Lizzy grabbed the emergency phone before the end of the first ring.

“911. What is your emergency?”

“Oh my God! Please help me! There’s been a wreck and a baby was thrown! Oh my God! He isn’t breathing! Please help! Please send help!”

Lizzy immediately went into her zone. She scanned the 911 call screen. The call was originating from a landline at 2435 N. Monterey Road.

“Ma’am I need you to calm down. I need your address. Where is the wreck at?”

Lizzy was poised with pen in hand. She hastily wrote down the address given. She snapped her fingers at Anne and motioned for her to start a deputy to the location on her paper.

“Ma’am how many cars are involved? Are any overturned or upside down?”

Lizzy was writing away on her paper.

“Ma’am I am connecting us with another dispatcher. Stay with me.”

Lizzy punched the speed keys on her keyboard and soon heard Charlottes voice on the line.

“Charlotte I have a 10-50 PI inverted. I need pre-arrivals.”

Charlotte began to lead the frantic caller through CPR, as Lizzy keyed up and set off a set of fire tones.

“Attention Brighton Fire and Rescue. Have a 10-50 PI car inverted with subjects ejected, just south of 2435 North Monterey Road. Attention Brighton Fire and Rescue, 10-50 PI, inverted with subjects ejected, just south of 2435 North Monterey Road. Brighton Fire dispatch time is 17:49.”

Lizzy keyed off and waited for a response from the fire unit. On the phone she could hear Charlotte prompting the caller through CPR on the baby. Lizzy winced at the sound of desperation in the woman’s voice as she begged for the child to live.

“De Bourge County. Brighton Fire 1201 10-8 station, enroute to scene.”

Lizzy visibly shuddered. It was that voice. She didn’t know who it belonged to. All she knew was that he was the one responding to her dispatch. She keyed up again,

“Clear Brighton 1201 information CPR in progress on one subject. Also have two ambulances enroute.”

“Clear County.”

Lizzy sighed. His voice was strong and sure. Lizzy knew that if anything ever happened to her, she wanted to know that his voice would be the one responding. She turned her attention back to the caller.

“Char, I can take over if need be.”

“Lizzy, I can’t get the caller to do CPR anymore. She refused and hung up. You had better start the coroner. Are your deputies there yet?”

Two deputies marked on scene at that time. One requested a private line to dispatch.

“Char, they are there now, I gotta go. They want to call.”

“That’s not a good sign.”

“I know.”

Lizzy opened the line for the deputy. As she thought he requested a coroner and a supervisor. Lizzy couldn’t ask but he told her anyway. The 4 month old baby had died on impact with the road, its parents were trapped in their car, upside down. The driver that caused the wreck was fine except for a few cuts and bruises. And the driver was drunk.
Lizzy hung up the phone and waited to hear the “voice” call on scene.

*Locals check-checking with local agencies for active warrants.
*book-in- the area of the jail where prisioners are booked in, photographed and given their jail outfits.
*meth (methamphetamine)-drug very common to the midwest. Known as "poor mans cocaine". Very addictive.
*10-50 PI- ten code used by some law enforcement agencies. means automobile accident with personal injuries.
*pre-arrivals-instructions given by dispatchers to callers to assist in care before the arrival of the ambulance, this includes CPR, standard first-aid and the birthing of babies.

Chapter Three

Tones echoed through the bay area. Will’s head jerked up from the pump he was still working on. He heard her voice, loud, clear and strong. He listened intently to the dispatch. His eyes narrowed when he heard the vehicle was inverted.

“Shit!” Will jumped from the pumper.

He ran to his turn-out gear that was sitting ready against the wall. He pulled off his riding boots and literally jumped into his bunkers. He grabbed a nearby radio and cleared the department. As he grabbed his coat and turned to jump into the Engine his friend Charles Bingley came running through the bay door.

“Charles, take the rescue truck.”

“Got it! I’ll follow you.” Charles threw his coat and helmet into the rescue truck and pulled out of the firehouse behind Will.

Will’s knuckles were white as he drove towards the accident scene. He laid on the air horn as he neared an intersection. Will knew the area of the accident well. It never failed there was an accident at the blind intersection every month, most of the time they were slight fender benders, but there were times like these that the accidents were much worse.

Will turned south onto North Monterey Road at the next intersection. He could see the lights of the deputy cars up ahead. A maroon vehicle had heavy front-end damage, and the other vehicle was half in and half out of a ditch, its wheels were pointing towards the sky. Not far from the overturned vehicle a yellow blanket covered something small. A body.

‘Jesus, not a child!’ he prayed. He looked towards the deputy’s squads. One deputy had a man in handcuffs and was putting him in the back of the squad. William pulled up to the scene and marked out on radio. Her voice came back to him with the acknowledgement.

Charles pulled the rescue squad in next to the Engine and jumped out the driver’s door trauma kit in hand. Will, Charles, and three volunteers raced for the overturned car. Quickly they stabilized it and began to assess the occupants. More volunteers arrived and brought the “jaws of life”. Carefully they began the slow process of removing the tangled wreck from around the victim’s bodies. In less than an hour they had both victims free, on backboards and were carrying them to the waiting ambulances. The mother grabbed Charles’ arm.

“Please is my baby okay? I didn’t hear her crying. Did you already take her to the hospital?”

Charles looked at Will in surprise. Will slowly shook his head then glanced at the yellow blanket that was surrounded by police technicians. Charles couldn’t answer the woman who still had a hold on his arm. She looked at Will with hopeful eyes.

“Ma’am, I’m sure you’ll find your baby at the hospital.” He smiled what he hoped to be a calming smile. She looked at him for a minute then smiled back.

“Yes, I hope so.”

The victims were loaded into the ambulances and were whisked away just as the hearse arrived for the body. The firefighters picked up their equipment and loaded it back on the trucks. Will spoke briefly with one of the deputies and then climbed into the cab of the Engine. He looked over at Charles who was watching the police assist with loading the body bag into the hearse. Will noticed Charles had tears in his eyes. Charles blinked and looked out the window towards the rescue as it backed out and turned around to head back to station. Will grabbed the radio and took a deep breath before keying up.

“De Bourge County, Brighton 1201 complete on scene returning to quarters.”

“Clear Brighton 1201…..2134.”

Will sighed as he hung the microphone back up on the bracket. He wondered if she could hear the sadness in his voice. He pulled the Engine into a nearby driveway, backed it up onto the road and followed the rescue back to station.

Chapter Four

Lizzy waved to Anne as they walked to their vehicles. It was 11:00 at night, their shift had just ended and Lizzy had the next two days off. She started her truck, clicked her seat belt into place and pulled out of the lot. Lizzy lived in the adjoining county to the north, so she pulled onto the bypass that would take her home. As she drove the darkened highway she mulled over the shifts events. After dispatching the accident, Lizzy had spent the rest of the night fielding calls from reporters and concerned citizens. She was in almost constant contact with the Sheriff, the hospital, and the crisis team. Even with Anne helping to field calls, Lizzy never left her seat for almost 5 solid hours.

Twenty minutes later Lizzy pulled into her driveway. She walked through the back gate of the chain-link fence that surrounded the back part of the house and whistled. She was greeted by two very wiggling, very happy rottweilers.

“How are mama’s babies? You want to go inside?”

Lizzy climbed the stairs to the back porch and opened the storm door. The two dogs wedged themselves between her and the back door. She unlocked the door and swung it open as the dogs literally fell inside. She unloaded her duffel bag in the laundry room putting her uniforms into the washer. She set the wash cycle and kicking off her shoes she entered the kitchen. The answering machine on the wall was flashing with messages. She hit the button and walked to the refrigerator.

“You have three messages.” The digitalized voice stated.

“Elizabeth it’s your mother. I want you to come home on your days off. I have a few things I want you to do.”

Lizzy groaned. There was a reason she had moved more than an hour and a half away from home. That voice was the reason.

**BEEP*

“Lizzy it’s Charlotte. Call me tomorrow so we can make plans. Say ‘Hi’ to the girls for me”

Lizzy smiled Charlotte had been with her when she got the dogs as puppies from the shelter. Charlotte had wanted one, but her apartment didn’t allow pets, so Charlotte had just adopted Lizzys as her own.

**BEEP**

“Lizzy it’s Jane. I saw the wreck on the news. Did you take the call? Call me when you get home, please!”

Lizzy poured a glass of iced tea, filled the dogs water and food bowls and walked into the living room. She clicked the TV on, set it to the late news and muted it. She reached picked up her cordless phone and dialed Jane’s number. It rang twice then she heard her sister.

“Hello?”

“Hi Jane.”

“Lizzy! How are you?”

“I’m fine. You?”

“Oh Lizzy did you take that call on the wreck?”

“Yeah. I’m okay though.”

“Lizzy are you sure? I mean when I heard about the baby…”

“Yes, Jane I’m fine. I take calls like this all the time.”

“I couldn’t imagine taking those calls. How do you do it? I would just be a bawling mess!”

“You learn to not let it bother you. People die and it’s just something that happens. You try to get them help as soon as you can but they don’t always make it. It may seem that I am a cold-hearted bitch to you Jane, but when you are in the line of work that I am, well, you just have to not let it bother you.”

“Lizzy! I know you aren’t cold-hearted, or a bitch either. I just don’t know how you do it. I never could.”

“That’s because you are too sweet and kind Jane. That’s why you teach 1st grade and I don’t. I don’t know how you handle all those kids all the time.”

“They aren’t that bad. And besides I get three months every year without them.”

“Must be nice.”

“It is, though I do get bored at times.”

Jane yawed over the phone.

“I am going to go to bed then. Talk to you later?”

“Yeah I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Night Lizzy.”

“Night Jane.”

Lizzy turned the phone off and un-muted the TV. They had shown the wreck and the drunk who had caused it. His faced looked familiar, but she couldn’t place where she had seen him before.

She turned off the TV and went to the bathroom to change into her nightgown. She let the dogs out to take care of their business while she put her uniforms in the dryer. Turning off the lights, she let the dogs in and headed to bed. She arranged herself in bed then patted the blanket in invitation. They joined her and settled down to sleep. She lay there for a while. She could only think of the first 911 call she took as a dispatcher. It had been a domestic dispute and the man had physically beaten his wife and their 2-year-old son. The wife had called frantic because her son had stopped breathing. The man had hit the boy so hard that it had snapped his neck. Lizzy was a wreck after that call and had called Jane to find comfort. Jane thought Lizzy should have quit then and there, but Lizzy had been on the job for almost a month and loved it despite those calls. So Jane had offered to be there anytime Lizzy need to talk or to de-stress as Jane called it, and Lizzy was grateful to her sister for that.

Chapter Five

Fire Chief Brad Wilcox flipped the light switch causing the meeting room to go dark. As Brad walked to the side entrance of the firehouse, Will closed his office door and walked down the steps. Brad and Will had just finished the Critical Incident Stress Debriefing session that follows every traumatic call the department goes on. Those firefighters that arrived on scene were required to stay for the session. It gave those involved a chance to express their feelings without censure. Will has found that the sessions helped the firefighters from getting ‘burned out’ too soon. Tonights session was dominated by the memory of the small body wrapped in the yellow blanket. After speaking with the deputies on scene, Will found that the child’s infant seat had not been installed properly in the vehicle, and when the drunk driver ran the stop sign and hit the victims car, the car seats belts had snapped, causing the baby to be ejected. Charles had openly cried upon hearing that news, and Jake Wright, a new father of a 2 month old girl, swore his child would not be put in a vehicle until Jake had the car seat installed by a certified supplier. Samantha Richards, the secretary for the department, and John Gale the treasurer promised to make arrangements for flowers to be sent to the funeral home.

Will waved to Brad as he swung his leg over his bike. Along the ride home Will tried not to think about the nights events and enjoy the ride, but he could not. Pulling up to the garage, Will punched in the code on the keypad and the garage door began to rise. Will walked his bike into the garage and shut the door. He spent some time wiping it down, removing the bugs and road grime. He used this time to think and after exhausting all possible outcomes, Will turned the garage light off and headed to the house.

He entered the family home through the kitchen service door. Laying his riding gloves on the table, he noticed a note from Mrs. Reynolds, his housekeeper, saying that there was ham and salad in the refrigerator for his dinner and that Georgianna, his younger sister, was staying with friends for a sleep over. Will realized how hungry he was and quickly made a sandwich and a bowl of salad, grabbed a beer and headed for his den.

The den was Will’s home office. Richly furnished with leather sofas and chairs, cherry wood coffee tables and books that lined the walls from floor to ceiling. The room still held a smell of the pipe that his father used to smoke. Will loved this room more than any other in the house. He moved to the large oak desk and sat his plates of food down. He stripped off his chaps and vest and flung them over a nearby chair. The boots came next and were unceremoniously tossed to the other side of the room. Stretching out in the leather desk chair with his feet propped up on the desk, Will relaxed for the first time since leaving the house that morning. Taking a bite of his sandwich, Will turned his thoughts to his up coming trip. He had completed most of his pre-vacation tasks today, so there were only a few loose ends to tie up. Will had made reservations to go to Sturgis again this year. He picked up the papers he had printed off the internet about the event. He was staying at the ‘Buffalo Chip Campground’ and looked over the papers to see who would be performing there. As he read down the line he smiled. There were going to be a lot of 80’s hair bands there this year. Will turned to the camping confirmation he had received last month. He had to make reservations a year in advance to secure a spot large enough for his bus. The paper stated his spot and directions on how to get there. It also listed the rules for the campground. There were not that many. Will was defiantly looking forward to the trip. He was taking Charles and a few other guy-friends to the event. All rode motorcycles and they would be towing those on a trailer behind the bus. That thought reminded Will of a detail that he penciled on his notepad. He yawned and stood up. Gathering his dishes he returned them to the kitchen then going back to the den, gathered his clothing and headed for the stairs.

Will entered the master bedroom and threw the clothing into a pile around the clothes hamper. Turning back the covers, Will slipped between the cool cotton sheets and laid his head on the mound of feather pillows. He sighed and rubbed his hand over the space on his right. It was so empty, so void. He was becoming tired of being alone at night. No one to share the large four-poster mahogany bed with, no one to wrap his arms around, no one to share the secrets of his life with. He rolled over turned out the small light on his nightstand and drifted off to sleep, his arms wrapped around a pillow for comfort.

Chapter Six

Lizzy woke to the sounds of eight feet pacing up and down her hallway. Rolling over she glanced at the clock. 9:01 Lizzy threw back the covers and slid her feet into her fuzzy slippers. Seeing that she was up the dogs began to jump around at the back door and whimper.

“Okay, okay. Mama’s sorry. She overslept. I’m coming.”

Lizzy opened the back door and the dogs made a mad dash for the grassy area out under an apple tree at the back end of the yard. After getting the coffee maker started, Lizzy stepped under the warm running water of her shower. She quickly washed, dried and dressed. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of hazelnuts as the coffee maker sputtered it’s last bit of water into the pot. She heard the dogs barking and looked outside. Charlotte had just pulled up in her driveway and the dogs were fighting over who got to wag their tail at her first. Lizzy watched Charlotte wedge her way out of her Jeep and lean down and pet both dogs on the head. Then she threw two tennis balls in different directions and laughed as the dogs took off running after them. Charlotte quickly made her way to the back door.

“Hi Lizzy!” Then noticing the turban towel still wrapped around Lizzys head added “Oh, did you just get up? What did you do oversleep?”

“Yes. I didn’t set my alarm and the girls woke me up with their prancing to go outside.”

“Oh I see. Well, why don’t you let me do your hair while we talk about plans for tonight?”

“Okay, I’ll go get my combs. Have some coffee while you wait. I just made it.”

“Yummy. I could use some more caffeine.”

Lizzy disappeared back into the bathroom to gather her hair combs while Charlotte poured a mug of coffee and pulled a chair out from the table for Lizzy to sit in.

“So what is the plan for tonight?” Lizzy asked as she sat and handed Charlotte her comb.

“Well, Quinn said that she will go, but she has to meet us there. Something about a meeting or a date or whatever. I didn’t pay that much attention. She started going on about how horrible her work is and I usually tune her out then.”

“Charlotte you are awful! I talked to Jane last night but forgot to ask her if she wanted to go. I will call her later. So what else?”

“Well, I thought we could meet up around 8 unless you wanted to get dinner first. I don’t really care if we go out to eat or not. The band starts at 9 so I figured with it being an opening week we may want to get there a little early. We can stay as long as you guys want. Or if the band really sucks we could still catch a movie.”

Charlotte was running the comb through Lizzys hair removing the last of the tangles.

“You want this up or down?”

“I don’t care. I have to go into town later to the store and to Wal-Mart. So whatever you want to do. Just don’t go putting flowers or anything fancy in it.”

Charlotte giggled.

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