Greenlee turns the lock on her room door.  She spent some time shopping and even managed to call a cleaning company to go in and clean the loft.  It needed to be done.  Something needed to be done about the mess there and she sure as ***** couldn’t do it.  She still couldn’t stand the thought of even walking back in there. 

‘Okay, I know he’s gone…he’s dead,’ her mind reels as a tear slides down her cheek, ‘I just can’t go there Leo.  It is you, too much of you, there.’ 

Greenlee moves to the couch and sits down removing her shoes.  She leans her head back on the couch and closes her eyes.  In her mind, she can always see Leo.  There’s Leo in New York and Leo in the Boathouse. Of course, Leo in the bedroom as well.  Suddenly, she pictures Kendall in her mind instead of Leo.

‘What the ***** are you doing in here?’  Her mind argues, ‘Ahh yes…I know I am using you.  I don’t mean to you know.  It is just that you offered to be there for me for no reason and it felt right to accept.  I shouldn’t let you be there for me so much.  I mean I am just an evil ***** after all, but maybe you see more than that.  Leo did.  I guess someone else could, but why would you?’ Greenlee pinches the bridge of her nose. ‘We are too much alike Kendall to be becoming friends, but I guess we are.’

The telephone rings breaking her thoughts apart.  Greenlee debates on answering it, but at the last minute picks it up, “Hello?”

“Uh…hello, Greenlee, I was just calling to see about dinner if you were interested or not?”  Kendall’s voice squeaks out.

“I…that would be great Kendall.  Where would you like to go?”  Greenlee agrees.

“I was thinking it might be nice if we went downstairs to the restaurant.  It will be my treat…I’ll even throw in dessert if you are good company.” 

“Oh, well.  I don’t suppose I can pass up dessert now can I?”  Greenlee grins to herself just a little.

“Good then, Let’s say about an hour from now at around 7pm?”