She wasn’t ready to talk about the latter yet––not even with Mike or Lynette. Besides, she didn’t want to add another thing to Mike’s plate right now. She had arranged to pick up Lynette at the station for lunch. Maybe that would get her mind off of the adoption. Mike had already noticed that she wasn’t acting like herself these past few days. She seldom kept secrets from Mike. She hadn’t yet decided if she was going to look for her real––she meant birth––parents. She already knew who her real parents were. Mike would encourage her to search for them because he knew she wouldn’t be at peace until she had answers. He knew her awfully well. Susan walked into the station. “Hey, Jackson. Is Lynette around?” said Susan. “Hey ‘Jackson’? Since when do you use my real name, Miss Marple? What’s wrong?” “Nothing. I’m just a bit tired. I haven’t been sleeping well these days.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” “You, on the other hand, look great––there’s a spring to your step.”
