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basket of rolls. She
jotted down their drink orders and bustled off to get them the coffee they
requested. After she deposited the coffee mugs, carafe and little pitcher of
cream Diandra spoke.
    “I guess we
should fill each other in a bit more about our backgrounds before we... well,
go any further in this relationship,” she stammered, turning a lovely shade of
red.
    “Jonah was
three years older than me, and joined the force immediately following high
school. We met two months before I finished high school. I was lonely, and I
was very impressed by him the first time we met. I was isolated in high school,
no real friends, and hardly any acquaintances to speak of. I'd been raised in
an orphanage in New York. My parents died when I was four, and I don't really
remember them. I know that I got my hair from my father and my eyes from my
mother,” Diandra said with a smile.
    Lizbeth
interrupted. “I don't understand why you weren't adopted. Most people would
love the chance to adopt a beautiful little girl.”
    “The first few
years I cried all the time. No one was interested in a little girl like that,
no matter how badly they felt for my situation or how pretty they thought I was.
Anyone who acted like they wanted to take me home quickly lost interest when I
started screaming, kicking and crying if they got too close to me. By the time
I outgrew this behavior I was nearly eight years old and no one wanted to adopt
an older child. The orphanage had no shortage of babies and toddlers to adopt
so I concentrated on my studies. In the evenings I helped cook and clean and
tend the little ones.
    “Then I walked
into a coffee shop one day after school and met Jonah.” Diandra smiled, and her
eyes were lost in the past. “He sat down next to me and started talking with me
about the book I was reading. We went out to dinner that night, then the next,
and so on. By my eighteenth birthday, the same day I graduated high school, I'd
forgotten all my dreams of college and becoming a social worker. We were
married in a courthouse two months later. His parents were gone, dead in a
house fire during his first year as a cop. There was no one I was close to, so
we skipped the big wedding. Alexar and another cop were witnesses. We were
married nine years, and I was never with anyone else. He was my first kiss, my
first love, and my first lover.”
    Just then the
waitress returned with their lunch- juicy cheeseburgers, cooked medium well,
coleslaw and a side of cheddar fries. She left a pitcher of water to refill
their glasses and the check, and then retreated to the kitchen once more. They
ate quietly for a little while before Lizbeth spoke.
    “I guess I
knew the truth about myself for a while before I acknowledged it. I spent more
time studying my female friends than I did admiring the guys in school. I
kissed my first girl at a slumber party in ninth grade. The girl turned on me
and called me a freak for enjoying it. Let's just say high school was a
nightmare for me from that point on.” Lizbeth gulped her water before
continuing.
    “I joined the
force right after high school. I knew that was what I wanted when I realized
they could actually help people, could make things better. That went against
everything I was ever taught by my parents. The cops took me away from my drug-dealing
father and prostitute mother when I was nine. I went into foster care and was
placed with an ambivalent family that cared more about the monthly check than
my emotional well-being. They may not have given a damn about me, but I had
food, clothes and a stable roof over my head. There was no love, but there was
safety, and that’s important, too. I no longer talk with any of my foster
family members but I'm still grateful to them for taking me in. I was curious
so I looked at my record when I joined the force. A cop overheard my father in
a bar talking to a known pedophile. He was making plans to sell me. That cop
saved me, and I wanted to do no less for