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Coco much better. Don’t change my mind.”
    “Gotcha. So what are we going to do now? That woman really has an issue. Whatever that man did, she’s torn up about it.”
    “Aww, I’d think you care.”
    “I know pain when I see it. I care because she’s one step closer to me making it out of here. I just need you to point me in the right direction.”
    “I guess I won’t repeat that this will, in turn, change you.”
    “You just did,” Coco grumbled. She smiled wide when Lea narrowed her eyes.
    “Instead,” Lea continued, “I’ll say I programmed her address into your GPS and you can go there. I’d recommend you do it sooner rather than later. Take too long and she’ll think her way to a new job and a new city.”
    “That bad?”
    “That bad.”
    “I suppose I should go, then. No time to change and clean up now.”
    “No. Besides I think you were right in one respect.”
    “What’s that?”
    “She needs Coco’s sentiment. But she needs Aaron’s bite too. You are one and the same. Do not think I will ever ask you to separate that. You were made perfect the way you are. God makes no mistakes.” With that, she disappeared and Coco was glad she did. She couldn’t fight the tears or the warmth spreading through her soul. She had forgotten there was a light at the end of the tunnel at times. She was accepted for who she was. It felt good. Better than she would ever admit aloud.

Chapter Three
    Tatiana stuck another spoonful of Gold Medal Ribbon ice cream into her mouth in veg-out mode, complete with scruffy green socks, purple tights, and a white tank top. So, she was majorly color clashing. She didn’t care. Add to it her very messy bun balancing haphazardly on her head and she was about as far from model perfect as she could get. Of course, that was the whole stupid point. She knew who she was. She was this girl, right now, who didn’t care about perfection and designer clothes. Who didn’t give a crap about being the crème de la crème. Not because she couldn’t afford it, because she knew there was no point. She wasn’t some Pollyanna, of course. She knew she was pretty. She was okay with that. She was comfortable with herself.
    She was just mad as hell that God put in her path a man who she knew she could never get. That was a bitch, to say the least. It was time for another mouthful of ice cream. She started walking past the front door after leaving the kitchen. She was headed to her living room and a nice night of CSI: marathon watching. Midstride, she stopped because of a knock on her door.
    “Who is it?”
    “Would you open up, please, it’s cold out here. Nothing like a random cold front in South Texas.”
    “Coco?” Tatiana asked as she opened the door, shocked to see the queen on her doorstep. Still in her all black outfit with the startling silver heels, she had added a smart peacoat with the collar turned up around her face. Her hair was twisted up into an artful messy bun.
    “Oh, that is just wrong,” Tatiana groaned, thinking of her own hair.
    “What?”
    “I bet you did your hair in five seconds and made mine look like a nine-year-old did it.”
    “I could teach you how to do it, but we’ll need a mirror. Going to invite me in?” Coco asked, rubbing her gloved hands together.
    “Yeah, come on in. It’s not that cold outside, Coco.”
    “Hey, if I have a peacoat on, the gloves come too. Accessories, love, accessories make the outfit.”
    “I suppose you’re right. Let me take your coat.” Coat securely deposited in the hall closet, Tatiana went into the kitchen to deposit her comfort ice cream in the freezer again. She sighed. So much for that.
    “Take it with us into the bathroom, Tatiana. A girl can never turn down ice cream. Just get another spoon.”
    “I can’t believe I let you in my house,” Tatiana thought aloud. “Wait a minute. How did you even know where I lived?”
    “One step at a time, chickapea. Where’s your bathroom?”
    “I asked you a