She cleared her throat to announce her arrival. Julia held up her hand to signal she would be with her in a minute. Helen shuffled her feet as she waited, her eyes boring into Julia’s back. This small windowless office was so much like the one in California it was uncanny. The plants looked the same, the file cabinets and chairs all neutral in color. Now that she was a little more computer-literate, she could tell that all the electronic equipment was state-of the-art. Julia swung her chair around to face Helen the moment the screen in front of her turned blank. “What can I do for you this afternoon?” “What you can do for me is tell me how you are going to undo a death certificate and when can I expect some sort of vehicle. You owe me that. I refuse to accept anything less. I’m not here for sanctuary the way I was the first time.” “It doesn’t work that way, and you know it,” Julia said patiently. She’s a pretty woman, Helen thought. She’s comfortable in her own skin.
