I've spent what time I can with family. Lily's constant curiosity and AuroraBlue's constant, well, confusing behavior is all I can say sometimes. Brilliant child. Or not-child, as the case may be, but she can be near impossible for me to figure out. Love her dearly. Will till I draw my last breath. Her and Lily both. But I won't claim to really understand either of them. Least not completely, or even as well as I'd like.
Lately, my 'other' job has been keeping me busy. The job I can't talk about, and only a handful of people even know exists, but takes an inordinate amount of time, and keeps a godawful lot of data flowing across my desk.
It was a conscious choice. I could have passed on the job, but then the data would be flowing across someone else's desk, and the spooks gathering the data would be reporting to someone else. Someone I probably wouldn't trust and would have to end at some point. So here I was, doing the other job.
Here, being a cafe on Beaumonde.
I'd seen a lot of data come across my desk since I started the position, but it was very rare that I found anything that would drag me out of the office to take it on directly. This was one of those situations. I'd found something that, potentially, tied into issues I'd been dealing with on Hale's Moon for far too long, and I'd come to Beaumonde to talk to the only person I considered a likely source for good information.
The question, of course, was whether she would even show up, and whether she would talk to me if she did. If not, this particular situation could become very . . . complicated.
