Even though it was the truth, one never wanted to open their door to those exact words. But Julie was only being honest and Hazel appreciated her coming by with Hazel’s tips she’d forgotten and left at the club last night. What a crazy night. So many darn questions and regrets. About what she’d done, about what she hadn’t actually done. About him. “Thanks,” she said to Julie who plopped down on the couch. Julie was one of the few people Hazel could let in like this anymore. “Is Mark really okay or is he shorthanded? I could come in tonight. I know I look like hell but I’m not that bad off.” She really wanted to ask if they’d found Ben in the office or if he’d been gone by opening. Julie smiled. “I’m to tell you to stay away today and tomorrow too. But I think he and I both know that is useless. What a night, huh?” They sat together on Hazel’s couch. Was Julie fishing? “Yeah,” she said into a pair of crystal blue zircon eyes framed by shocking silver hair on a young angel’s face.
