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Kate reclines on her couch, knees up and supporting a notebook flipped to the first page. She'd gotten it when she came to Tropolis--the other, tattered and torn, was left behind. She'd gotten tired of looking at it, really, and had traded it in for something darker.
With one arm cushioning her head, she begins to write, preserving memories in words rather than pictures.
1/1/06
It's a new year. I don't have any resolutions...if I need to change something I've been trying already. And life here can't really get much better.
Wow. And the strangest thing is, it's true. Even my first day here was...they welcomed me. Both of them. And now, we're really together.
Tara and I went on a date at Buck's, a pool hall in Tortuga. It was our first real date. Because of Chinese food, and we have Bruce to thank for that.
I started teaching Tara to play. She was so cute adorable earnest...and I knew why I wanted to teach her in the first place. To see her try, and succeed...is beautiful, especially if I can be a part of that.
Then Shane came and reminded me why pool is sensual. Except Shane can make anything sensual so it's a moot point.
The next day I went to Callahan's. Tara was singing about love and risks and I heard her, and the toast she made afterwords, and god, she has a beautiful voice and those words were...I kissed her, because it was a good chance to take. I knew, that night. I don't love her the way I do Shane, but...different doesn't mean less.
We held a trimming party on the nineteenth. That's when I met Bruce properly. He's a real charmer--that was my first impression. I hope he can handle Faith.
Ten came, and gave us all wonderful gifts. He's a good man, and I'm glad Shane has him as a father. He's also hurting, but maybe that won't last. Life is never easy, but it can get better.
I saw Bruce again on Christmas Eve. He called me to tip me off about a robbery at Lee Ching's. I said I'd be there in a few minutes, and I was. He was a big help when we got there--has a photographic memory, and knows Mei Li. Got her to trust me anough to give me some answers.
Usually that would be the most important thing, and it's one of them, but...he called me mom. I never...it's odd. Almost as odd as this case, but it's good. I can be to him what Emily was to me.
It makes me wonder about his past, his real parents. But prying pushes people away, and I don't want to. He's family now, and if he wants to confide, he can. If not, fine. I don't need to know everything.
Tara trusts him now, and that's more important than his past.
Later that day he called me again, giving me information about Evil Santa. All gossip, according to him, but it's helpful anyway. Something tells me this is going to be recurring, and I'm glad to have him.
He said I was a good cop. That praise means more to me than I ever thought it would, after my father. And I think he knows, since he wouldn't let me tell him, and I honestly don't think I could have so it all works out. Quite a contrast to Patrick, who shouldn't have gotten to me but did, and that's all I'm going to say about it. I did enjoy meeting Justin, though. I talked to Shane about him. She thinks he might be a runaway, like she was.
Somehow it makes me like him more.
We have a kitten now. Tara called and told me she and Shane had found him in an alley. His name is Dexter, and he's very cute.
Yeah, that make me glad this journal is never leaving my room.
Christmas morning deserves its own entry. I'll just say it was wonderful and perfect and the best Christmas in my life since she died.
Oh, and Santa's real. Made catching the fake a bit easier.
I met Freya a while before that. She was the one who called me. It seems there are more people willing to help in this town than I'd thought.
One more reason to like it better than LA.
Kate sits up straight, letting the journal fall closed on her lap. She catches it as she stands, walking over to her desk.
Then she slides open a drawers that doesn't need to be locked and drops it inside.
She never thought finishing a journal entry could be so satisfying.
With one arm cushioning her head, she begins to write, preserving memories in words rather than pictures.
1/1/06
It's a new year. I don't have any resolutions...if I need to change something I've been trying already. And life here can't really get much better.
Wow. And the strangest thing is, it's true. Even my first day here was...they welcomed me. Both of them. And now, we're really together.
Tara and I went on a date at Buck's, a pool hall in Tortuga. It was our first real date. Because of Chinese food, and we have Bruce to thank for that.
I started teaching Tara to play. She was so cute adorable earnest...and I knew why I wanted to teach her in the first place. To see her try, and succeed...is beautiful, especially if I can be a part of that.
Then Shane came and reminded me why pool is sensual. Except Shane can make anything sensual so it's a moot point.
The next day I went to Callahan's. Tara was singing about love and risks and I heard her, and the toast she made afterwords, and god, she has a beautiful voice and those words were...I kissed her, because it was a good chance to take. I knew, that night. I don't love her the way I do Shane, but...different doesn't mean less.
We held a trimming party on the nineteenth. That's when I met Bruce properly. He's a real charmer--that was my first impression. I hope he can handle Faith.
Ten came, and gave us all wonderful gifts. He's a good man, and I'm glad Shane has him as a father. He's also hurting, but maybe that won't last. Life is never easy, but it can get better.
I saw Bruce again on Christmas Eve. He called me to tip me off about a robbery at Lee Ching's. I said I'd be there in a few minutes, and I was. He was a big help when we got there--has a photographic memory, and knows Mei Li. Got her to trust me anough to give me some answers.
Usually that would be the most important thing, and it's one of them, but...he called me mom. I never...it's odd. Almost as odd as this case, but it's good. I can be to him what Emily was to me.
It makes me wonder about his past, his real parents. But prying pushes people away, and I don't want to. He's family now, and if he wants to confide, he can. If not, fine. I don't need to know everything.
Tara trusts him now, and that's more important than his past.
Later that day he called me again, giving me information about Evil Santa. All gossip, according to him, but it's helpful anyway. Something tells me this is going to be recurring, and I'm glad to have him.
He said I was a good cop. That praise means more to me than I ever thought it would, after my father. And I think he knows, since he wouldn't let me tell him, and I honestly don't think I could have so it all works out. Quite a contrast to Patrick, who shouldn't have gotten to me but did, and that's all I'm going to say about it. I did enjoy meeting Justin, though. I talked to Shane about him. She thinks he might be a runaway, like she was.
Somehow it makes me like him more.
We have a kitten now. Tara called and told me she and Shane had found him in an alley. His name is Dexter, and he's very cute.
Yeah, that make me glad this journal is never leaving my room.
Christmas morning deserves its own entry. I'll just say it was wonderful and perfect and the best Christmas in my life since she died.
Oh, and Santa's real. Made catching the fake a bit easier.
I met Freya a while before that. She was the one who called me. It seems there are more people willing to help in this town than I'd thought.
One more reason to like it better than LA.
Kate sits up straight, letting the journal fall closed on her lap. She catches it as she stands, walking over to her desk.
Then she slides open a drawers that doesn't need to be locked and drops it inside.
She never thought finishing a journal entry could be so satisfying.