Page 2 of Secrets on Sapphire

Ginger Beer

“Who do you think she is?” Taylor asked as she poured the last of the Pinot Grigio into Harley’s glass.

“Some red-headed chick,” Brielle quickly let out before she took a long gulp from her wine glass.

“Uh oh Harles. Sounds like you’ve got some competition in the neighborhood.” Sammy laughed at her own joke.

“We all know I’m the head B-I-T-C-H around here.”

“Yeah, the red head beeee-yotch!” Sammy was almost at the point of screaming.

“She doesn’t need any more wine,” Brielle simply stated.

The girls all laughed. Realizing there was one bit of laughter missing, the fun quickly ceased. It had been a little over a year since Calista left Sapphire Court. She was presumed dead, but her body had yet to be found.

It was like a crime show episode pulled straight from television. One day Calista was walking the streets of Sapphire Court and one day she just wasn’t. Tim had been gone on one of his frequent business trips, but somehow he still managed to find himself behind bars for the disappearance and assumed death of his beautiful wife.

“Anyway . . . how do you know she’s a ginger Bri?” Taylor curled a piece of her amber locks around her finger.

“Well after you all left my house the day we saw the ‘sold’ sign in Sarah’s yard, I was sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea when I saw her. It had to be after midnight when she showed up. It was all very strange.”

“I’m telling you.” Sammy closed her eyes.

“You’re telling us what Sammy?” Harley asked inquisitively.

“Something ain’t right about this. Sorry, I fell asleep there for a second.” Sammy smirked and again, closed her eyes.

“Okay . . . I think it may be time to get her home.” Harley got up from the table and the girls all laughed before ending another successful Triple B meeting.

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