someone else.
“I've had two
girlfriends since high school, and they were good relationships. One lasted for
two years, and the other lasted nearly three. I knew in my heart that they
wouldn’t last forever, but I enjoyed them while they lasted,” Lizbeth said with
a small smile. “I cared deeply for the both of them, and I missed the
relationships when they ended, but they both grew tired of life in Delaware and
moved away. There were no hard feelings, but we never attempted to make it into
a long distance deal. I've been single for the last three years, so I
concentrated all my attention on my work. One of my exes moved back here, but
we stopped talking a long time ago. Being single was easier, I guess, than
trying to pick up the pieces and rebuild a relationship that wasn't the
greatest to begin with.”
Lizbeth
covered Diandra's hand with her own. “We've both had a rough time. You spent
your early years alone, and I spent mine preferring to be that way. Maybe
together we could be more. I won't push you, but I would like to give us a
chance and see where this all may lead. You're my best friend and I don't want
that to change, but I think we could build a solid relationship on the basis of
this friendship. What do you think?” Lizbeth sipped from her water glass, the
remainder of her lunch untouched in front of her as she anxiously awaited
Diandra's response.
Diandra took a
deep breath and put her fingers under Lizbeth's chin, patiently waiting for eye
contact. “I think that no matter how things turn out for us, I live in a house
with too many bedrooms. You can have your pick of any of them except for mine
for now. I'm not ready to share a room. I can't make you any promises for the
future, but I can promise I will try. This is entirely new to me and I'm
nervous, but I'm tired of living alone, and this is a start.”
Lizbeth agreed
to pack up her things and move in that night. Diandra paid the bill and they
walked to their respective cars hand in hand. This time they both heard the
growling, but they attributed it to the incoming storm.
Chapter Seven
The women got
off to a rough start, adjusting both to living together and building a
relationship, but by the time Diandra was 35 weeks pregnant they had settled
into their own routine. They spent most of their time together learning more
about each other's lives, all the little details that shaped them into the
women they were today.
Once some of
the newness wore off and comfort set in, they found new ways to spend their
evenings. They went on fun outings occasionally on the weekends. One weekend
would find them browsing antique shops, searching for some special piece that
might resonate with them and find a home with them. Another weekend they might
drive to Baltimore, Maryland and explore the tourist areas. Wherever they went
they bought some little memento of their trip to remind them of their time
together. They still kept separate bedrooms, and they both felt this was for
the best, at least until they agreed they were ready to take that next step.
Diandra spent
her days organizing charity drives. The money that was accumulated went to
setting up special programs for the homeless, including detox houses and low
income apartments. The homeless could move into these apartments rent-free
until they started earning money. After they found work they would start making
small rent payments until they saved enough to find homes of their own. She
also helped them find job placement facilities so they could get back on their
feet. She went to bed each night feeling tired but fulfilled.
Lizbeth kept
busy working both current and cold cases at the local police station. Alexar
started her on the cold case files culled from other departments. She
successfully helped close every case he gave her, a feat that no one had ever
imagined possible, so he moved her onto active cases. Soon she was the newest
rising star on the force and earned the nickname,