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Topic: Shhh. (02/18/10)
TITLE: Coffee to go
By dub W
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A clap of thunder greeted Nan as she spotted the waving Sheryl in the empty café. â€śHey Sheryl.â€ť Nan struggled to get out of her raincoat.
Sheryl pointed to the opposite side of the booth. â€śShhh. The walls have ears.â€ť
Nan spoke with a hushed, but worried voice. â€śDid you bring it here?â€ť
â€śRight here.â€ť Sheryl patted her briefcase. The leather satchel was setting on her left, away from prying eyes. "It's your bracelet."
â€śI donâ€™t think you should have, I mean, are you sure it is mine?â€ť
Sheryl nodded affirmably.
â€śThen we have to take it to the police, I donâ€™t even want to touch the envelope. My attorney says that if I donâ€™t turn it in that I can be arrested for obstruction, but since I donâ€™t have it I guess that doesnâ€™t count. But, you need to send it to the police.â€ť
Days earlier Nan had wandered into a crime scene, and now was herself, being investigated in the murder of a local street person. The bracelet, delivered in a package to the newspaper, was thought to be a link between Nan and the murder victim.
â€śUh, I donâ€™t think I want to be involved with the police, I just want to report on them.â€ť Sheryl pulled the satchel closer to her side.
A waitress approached and Sheryl sat back in the booth. â€śIâ€™m just getting coffee, do you want anything?â€ť
Nan looked up at the waitress. â€śDecaf coffee, please.â€ť
The waitress didnâ€™t respond, just made a note, turned and left.
â€śOkay, Nan, I am going to simply put this envelope on your desk at work. Delivery receipt is attached.â€ť
Nan whispered. â€śThis conversation did not take place.â€ť
â€śGot it.â€ť Sheryl said as she waved at the waitress. â€śMiss, could I have my coffee in a go cup, please?â€ť
Nan looked out the window of the café. The rain had tapered into a gentle drizzle and traffic along Charles Avenue was moving briskly along. â€śI guess I will sit her for an hour and then call the attorneys and tell them that the bracelet was delivered to the Bagatelle.â€ť
â€śOkay. Iâ€™ll call you later.â€ť Sheryl stood to leave as the waitress delivered two coffees in go-cups.
Nan looked up at her friend. â€śRemember, you didnâ€™t see me here, and you didnâ€™t have the bracelet with you.â€ť
Sheryl picked up her briefcase, umbrella and coffee. â€śJust stopped in for coffee.â€ť
â€śRight.â€ť Nan took the lid off of her coffee cup and gently stirred in creamer. â€śIâ€™ll be right here. Call me.â€ť
Sheryl put two dollars on the table. â€śLater, oh, I forgot, I canâ€™t see you.â€ť She acted like Nan was not sitting in front of her.
Sheryl backed into the doorway to open the door and seconds later she was walking down the sidewalk in front of the café. Nan could see the general flow of traffic. A white painterâ€™s van slowly pulled up next to the café and a man in a white jumpsuit and painterâ€™s cap jumped out of the passenger side.
Nan disregarded the event as someone running in for coffee. Instead, the man turned and grabbed Sheryl, tore the briefcase from her arm, pushed Sheryl to the ground, and then ran back to the van. Coffee from Sherylâ€™s cup splattered the café window.
As the van sped away Nan struggled to free herself from the tiny booth. â€śSheryl!â€ť she screamed.
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