A Rose Called Miracle
Book #4, Part 3
Author's Note: This is the fourth and final Book of 'A Rose Called Miracle'. This is fiction. All characters in intimate situations are over 18. Any resemblance to real people, organizations, or businesses is simply coincidence. As with the first three books, it is made much more interesting by people of different races, religions, and sexual preferences...And I still believe the world would be a better place if Douravia really existed.
KARI'S NEW LIFE
**Life is a circle. The end of one journey is just the beginning of the next. Joseph M. Marshall III
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Valerie held out her fist with her little finger extended, "Pinky swear?"
What could I say? "Okay, pinky swear." We bumped fists, hooked our pinkies together, and shook on it. "Okay, now tell me what happened."
"In D.C., when we moved to the bitch congresswoman's place, I kept my Glock hidden in my bedroom. Mom, you need to know that Dad...Brett...never touched that bitch--they didn't even sleep in the same room. I don't know why he agreed to move in or marry her, but it wasn't for comfort or sex. The fact is, and I know this isn't politically correct, she is a dominant hardcore lesbian. There's no easy way to say this, but from the day we met she was trying to seduce me. I used every excuse I could think of to stay away from her. I used the techniques Solo taught us on how to secure a door with no lock to keep her out of my room. But I screwed up, on the 4th of July, she drank too much at a party and came after me in my bedroom before I could secure the door. Mom, she tried to rape me. I pulled my Glock from under my pillow, pointed it at her nose, and told her if she touched me I'd blow her fucking head off."
"Oh Val, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't..."
"Mom! No! You did what you had to...for all of us. You had no way of knowing about the bitch. Anyway, when the bitch saw the pistol, she backed off. The next day, however, she announced that I was incorrigible despite her best efforts to reform me, and I was being banished to that school out west. I told Brett exactly what happened and...Well you know the rest."
"So..." I smiled as wide as I could, "If I go to D.C. and kill the bitch; would that be overreacting?"
"Yes, Mom, it would." Valerie's smile matched mine. "Unless you let me help." We laughed all the way to the office. Even running late, I was still one of the first in the building. I talked with S. Brown, the security guard, for a couple minutes to find out if I needed a pass to park or anything.
"Nah. Tell me what kind of car you have and the tag number. You'll be fine."
"It's a Defender 110."
"A what?"
"Land Rover Defender 110. Rugged as hell; take it anywhere." I'd long forgotten the tag number so I dispatched Valerie to get it. "You know, I never asked, what does the S. stand for?" She was back in less than two minutes.
S. Brown visible sagged. "It's Sharona. Yeah, just like the damn song. My mother insisted. You guys have a good day. Thanks for stopping to talk; so many don't."
We took the stairs up to the second floor. The door to the office stood open. "Hey Dora! You here already?" I called out as I took off and put away the black leather jacket.
"Yeah, I just walked in. How 'bout getting the coffee going so I can wake up. Our oldest was up with a fever last night. We didn't get a wink of sleep. And...Hello? Who's this?"
"Sorry Dora, this is my daughter Valerie Noonan. She just moved here from D.C.. She had a falling out with the congresswoman."
"The bitch?" Dora grinned.
"That's one of the nicer things I called her." Val deadpanned as I filled and turned on the coffeemaker.
"Kari, you have the interview and photo session on the Grant house today, right?"
"Right. At 1:00 PM. I'd like to take Valerie with me. Let her see the new me at work."
"No problem. This morning, I want you also to start putting together the closing packages for the Smith and the Yankowski houses. Remember, you're licensed now, so you don't need to run to me every five minutes--just don't screw up. Is that coffee ready yet, I'm dying here."
"Help yourself."
"Val. If you want coffee help yourself; but be careful, that stuff is lethal."
"Wimp. Aah!" Dora sighed happily as she sipped and disappeared back to her office. I started putting the Smith's package in order; at the same time explaining each bit of paper to Valerie. Ten minutes later Dora was back, holding out her cup, "I need more."
I spent the rest of the morning working on the Smith's paperwork. I finished the package just before lunch when I received their e-mail with the financials. I put the folder on Dora's desk and told her Val and I were off to lunch and then the Grant house.
"Is there any coffee left?"
"Just made a fresh pot."
"Goddess Bless You."
"Why don't you lock your door and take a nap on the sofa? I won't tell." I shut her door behind me and heard the lock click.