The Causeway: around midnight, Saturday night

[mparkerceo]

After a talk with Daisy that had gone into a near-fight with Bel, then tapered off into a fairly silly conversation re: Anders' ass, Parker had headed down to her room, and collected a few things: an unsent postcard, a few CD's, a blue Armani shirt, a few photos... Okay. So she left the photos, and locked them in a drawer. She bundled everything up

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[cantgetnorelief]

Anders peered over the barricade and nodded. "Good spot. Want me to hold the stuff for you?"

[mparkerceo]

Parker nodded, and slipped off her gloves. "Thanks." She handed him the whole bundle, then fished out the postcard, and began to tear it into tiny, tiny pieces.

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders got a good grip on the bundle and watched the postcard pieces get smaller and smaller. "Any time. You know I'm here for you . . . last night being sort of an exception."

[mparkerceo]

"It's okay, Daisy. Really." Parker shrugged, and when the postcard pieces were only so much white drifting on waves, reached in and pulled out the Armani. She contemplated it a moment, then balled it up, and pitched it out as far as she could. The silk shirt got caught by a breeze, drifted a bit, then finally landed in the water, spreading out and then sinking. "He never even wore that shirt."