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She comes back with a cup of coffee that smells like she’s got some of my whiskey in it. Then I watch the doll pull one of my Cubans from the humidor on the display unit.

She sits in front of me and lights up, blows a ring of smoke out and gives me a very faint smile.

That’s supposed to signal she’s ready to talk to me.Something… a weight lifts from my shoulders when I see that.

“Heard she’s back,” she states. “Also heard what happened and came to see how you are.”

I can’t deny it’s good she’s talking to me again, and once again I feel like a prick that I can’t feel more redeemed.

“I’m not good,” I answer.

“Do you want to talk? I brought stuff for dinner. The guys said they haven’t seen you all day.”

The mother hen again.

“Don’t waste your time on me, doll.”

She raises her brows and looks me over from head to toe. “Gabe you know how I value my time, so this isn’t a waste. I’m here because I want to be and I am cooking dinner.”

I want to insist on her leaving me but I know her. “Okay… thanks.”

“Good. I’m not cooking yet though. We’re going to talk. I want to hear what happened from you.”

Again she’s the exception so I talk and I end up talking more than I thought I was able to. I tell her everything and she listens.

“I can’t blame her Mimi. I can’t.”

“No, you can’t, no one can,” she agrees.

“So this is it, the situation.”

“So…Here’s something you need to hear. It’s something that only two people know and I don’t wish for you to tell anyone.” She hangs her head down and a tear slips from her eye.

“What is it?”

“My mother… you know she wasn’t from our world. Not to start with. She worked in the DA’s office and she was trying to pursue a legal career when she met my father.”

“I know.”

Mimi’s mother died when she was twelve so I know how hard this is for her to talk about. What I don’t know is what she’s going to tell me that I’m not supposed to repeat.

“Her… death wasn’t an accident.”

I still and narrow my eyes. We were told she fell from the balcony of their home and drowned in the pool.

“What the hell do you mean?”

“She killed herself Gabe.”

I gasp and move to sit next to her. She puts out the cigar and looks to me.

“Mimi why the hell didn’t you tell me that before?”

“I didn’t want to talk about it, and nobody knows. Just me and my father. We found the suicide note. He was devastated and he didn’t want people knowing she killed herself because of him,” she explains and a lump forms in my throat as I start to see the message she wants me to receive in sharing her secret.

Mimi loves her father to no end and I understand why she’d keep the secret. The one thing I knew about her father was how in love he was with her mother.

“Fucking hell Mimi,” I sigh.

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