Across a crowded room
By Sandy Paris
I'd intended Full Circle, to be the final outing for Sarah and her family but an idea hit me which lead to Different Circles. This story is about two characters from that story and some who have appeared in my other works.
All characters are fictitious and over eighteen when involved in anything sexual, which is all consensual. Any resemblance to other persons is accidental.
As soon as the judge left the bench I flopped back into my seat with a sigh and stared into space, trying hard to quell my desire to scream out loud in frustration. The trial had collapsed, one I'd spent many hours preparing for. It was the Court Officer asking me if I was okay that brought me back to reality. I packed away my papers and made my way from the room.
As I trudged down the staircase, I saw someone approach and it looked as if they were going to say something. I gave them a glare that made it clear I wasn't up to chatting.
The cold wind didn't help my black mood as I made my way across the road toward my office. The five-minute walk chilled me and the warmth of the Prosecution Service office building was welcome.
I dumped the papers on my desk and headed two doors down to my boss's office. "Hey, Constance, what are you doing here?" She asked as she looked up.
"My star witness decided to tell some completely new story, nothing that he'd said to the police or when he'd been interviewed later on. It bore no relationship to what we were expecting. I put his signed statements to him and he said that the police had threatened him if he didn't sign it."
"You folded then?"
"I had to, without his evidence the other witnesses, the forensics, they all fall apart. I put bloody hours into that and I'm raging. If ever meet that shitbag again I'm going to kick his...." I couldn't think what to say and my boss started laughing.
I pretended to be annoyed. "Go on laugh. You're my boss, you're supposed to support me, to console me."
She smiled back, "Why don't you take the rest of the day off, get an early start to the weekend?"
"Marg, you have good ideas, at least when you're not laughing at me."
It didn't take me long to tidy up the paperwork that was lying on my desk; before I grabbed my bag and coat. I was about to get into the lift, but stopped, turned and walked down the corridor to where my Mum's team were based. Mum, Olivia Churchill, was the senior prosecutor in the serious crime division. It had been her that inspired me to pursue a career in law, not that she'd said anything to encourage me, it had just been the way that she'd spoken about her work, her passion for justice. I'd made my own way, determined not to get any favours because of who she was and although she loved me, she'd never have tried to help like that. In the long run, it would have done far more harm than good.
She was leaning over a desk examining some photographs with one of her staff. When she looked up, she smiled.
"Hi, the trial collapsed, so I'm finishing early and heading home."
"Okay love. Oh, remember we're going to Faith's tonight, the opening of her new studio."
"I hadn't forgotten, see you later."
*****
I stripped off my clothes and got into a robe before running the bath. I started a load of laundry and by the time I got back the bath was almost ready, I just had to add some crystals. I slid into the water and allowed the warmth to wash away the stress of a frustrating day.
I thought about something Sarah had said a couple of days ago. She thought that I seemed to have lost my sense of fun and that I often looked sad. It had annoyed me when she'd said it and it took me all my effort to stop myself from snapping back to deny it. But it was true, for some reason I felt lonely. I hadn't been aware of it to start with, but looking back it began when Chloe left to work in South Africa on a wildlife project. It was her passion and something that she was desperate to do. I was pleased when it had all fallen into place, but I'd missed her. I don't think I realised how much I'd missed her until Charlotte flew to Australia a few months ago. She'd been offered the chance to play for one of the women's cricket franchises and managed to also find a job teaching primary school kids. It would be a great experience for her, a tremendous opportunity and one she would enjoy. The thing is it left me at home without either of my sisters.
I really shouldn't bitch about it, I was still living at home, in the lap of comfort with Mum and her partner Sarah. They included me in everything, they loved me, but they had their own lives and social circle.
I'd tried dating a couple of times recently and neither had gone well. The dates had been with women but there hadn't been any form of connection between us. I didn't have a very successful dating history, I'd started with guys when I was younger and I'd never felt anything for them, sex had been okay but it wasn't what I knew to be possible, fireworks had not gone off, more like damp squibs at best.
My parents were lesbians and so was Sarah. I knew that Charlotte had also dated both sexes and that had made me wonder if I was also gay. I'd tried dating women, although they were softer and I preferred them to the guys I'd dated, it hadn't been much better. Maybe it was just that I needed to find the right person, maybe I needed to try another guy, there were certainly a few in the office, even a couple of cops, that had expressed interest but I knew that my heart wasn't in the opposite sex.
I checked myself out in the long mirror after dropping my towel. Not too bad, twenty-six years of age, 5' 7", slim but with wider hips than either of my sisters and I'd been blessed with a bigger bust than both of them as well. A nice round face that looked good when I smiled, shoulder-length very dark hair, a cute nose and quite long lashes.
I pulled on underwear and found one of my favourite dresses, it was a pale blue, long-sleeved, scoop neckline and it stopped about three inches above my knees. By the time I had my make-up done, I looked quite presentable.
*****
I helped Sarah with the dinner and it was ready a few minutes after Mum arrived home. She got a hug ad a kiss from Sarah and the look that they gave each other expressed tender love. I looked away, jealous, I wanted that.
We talked over dinner and I asked about the evening's events. "I assume there will be lots of people there tonight?"
Sarah looked over at me, "I assume so, it's Faith's new studio, so there are sure to be a few musicians, the people who manage her affairs and friends, like us."