ballsy lady with a sharp tongue and quick mind, typical stereotype of an Irish girl from the mean streets of New York City; but Anna-Marie loves her anyway. Peggy has worked here at the paper since she, too, graduated college a few years ahead of Anna-Marie, and once Anna-Maria got hired they became fast friends. Peggy has proven to be just as much as a hard hitter as their head boss, Marvin, and doesn’t except anything less than the best.
Anna -Maria stares at her friend as she leans against the open door with her typical dress slacks and button down shirt. Anna-Maria smiles, knowing this hard ass may appear strict and up tight at work, but when she goes out at night the stiff clothes are replaced with anything satin or lacey and her flaming red hair is dropped from its usual pulled back style over her shoulders in long layers.
“Oh hey , Peg. Sorry I didn’t hear you. What’s up?”
“Neuse River article - by the end of the day - no excuses.”
“Oh yeah, I’m working on it right now.” Anna-Marie says as she taps the screen on her laptop. “I’m almost done proofreading. I should have it finished by the end of the day.”
“Oh, well good.”
Feeling relieved, Peggy comes in and sits in the chair in front of the desk and stares at Anna-Marie. “Seriously, girl, how are you? You look like you still haven’t been sleeping.”
“To be honest , I’m not, but I think it’s getting better a little at a time.”
“After last week , I thought I was getting you back. You seemed happy for the first time in a long time. Have you tried talking to anyone yet?”
“No! I’m fine, really. I just need time,” Anna-Marie says in a rush.
“Okay, well if there is anything you need , just let me know. You know I’m always here for you.” Peggy pauses and smiles, “Dammit, girl! Eventually I’m going to have to pretend I’m the boss around here.”
“I know and I am sorry.”
“You know what, why don’t you just go home to finish your article? You can do your work just as easily there.”
“Thanks , Peg, I think that might be a good idea.”
As Peggy stands to leave , Anna-Marie is struck by how grateful she is to have a friend and boss as wonderful as Peggy.
“Hey , Peg, thanks for all that you have done for me through all this. I don’t know what I would have done without you and your friendship. I really do hope it hasn’t been too hard on you.”
“Anytime sweetie. Just get better and get your butt back here, and don’t worry about Marvin. I’ll take care of him.”
As Peggy leaves, Anna-Marie whispers silently to the closing door, “I’m trying to.”
She throws her stuff in her briefcase and heads out the door. She feels guilty for leaving work early because she knows she’s not going straight home to work like she told Peggy she was going to. She wants to go see Dylan. Last weekend was insane and she has been dying to tell him about it, no matter how mad he gets.
What has now become routine to Anna-Marie’s visits here, she scans her surroundings for anyone looking strange or out of place before getting out of her car. Only after she is satisfied that everything is okay does she leave the safety of her vehicle and heads for Dylan’s grave.
“Hey , Dylan! How was your week?” she asks in a rush. “Mine was very strange and confusing.” She paces in the small space in front of his grave as she goes through that night as it happened, knowing if Dylan was really here, he’d be so mad at her for going out looking for trouble.
“I don’t know what it all means though. How can a brutal killer, which is what he is reported to be, not kill when he has prime opportunity to? It makes absolutely no sense at all.”
“Who knows, maybe I was seeing things. It could very well have just been a dirty homeless man who was mad because I had the audacity to interrupt his dinner.” She pauses and begins to chew on her
Anna -Maria stares at her friend as she leans against the open door with her typical dress slacks and button down shirt. Anna-Maria smiles, knowing this hard ass may appear strict and up tight at work, but when she goes out at night the stiff clothes are replaced with anything satin or lacey and her flaming red hair is dropped from its usual pulled back style over her shoulders in long layers.
“Oh hey , Peg. Sorry I didn’t hear you. What’s up?”
“Neuse River article - by the end of the day - no excuses.”
“Oh yeah, I’m working on it right now.” Anna-Marie says as she taps the screen on her laptop. “I’m almost done proofreading. I should have it finished by the end of the day.”
“Oh, well good.”
Feeling relieved, Peggy comes in and sits in the chair in front of the desk and stares at Anna-Marie. “Seriously, girl, how are you? You look like you still haven’t been sleeping.”
“To be honest , I’m not, but I think it’s getting better a little at a time.”
“After last week , I thought I was getting you back. You seemed happy for the first time in a long time. Have you tried talking to anyone yet?”
“No! I’m fine, really. I just need time,” Anna-Marie says in a rush.
“Okay, well if there is anything you need , just let me know. You know I’m always here for you.” Peggy pauses and smiles, “Dammit, girl! Eventually I’m going to have to pretend I’m the boss around here.”
“I know and I am sorry.”
“You know what, why don’t you just go home to finish your article? You can do your work just as easily there.”
“Thanks , Peg, I think that might be a good idea.”
As Peggy stands to leave , Anna-Marie is struck by how grateful she is to have a friend and boss as wonderful as Peggy.
“Hey , Peg, thanks for all that you have done for me through all this. I don’t know what I would have done without you and your friendship. I really do hope it hasn’t been too hard on you.”
“Anytime sweetie. Just get better and get your butt back here, and don’t worry about Marvin. I’ll take care of him.”
As Peggy leaves, Anna-Marie whispers silently to the closing door, “I’m trying to.”
She throws her stuff in her briefcase and heads out the door. She feels guilty for leaving work early because she knows she’s not going straight home to work like she told Peggy she was going to. She wants to go see Dylan. Last weekend was insane and she has been dying to tell him about it, no matter how mad he gets.
What has now become routine to Anna-Marie’s visits here, she scans her surroundings for anyone looking strange or out of place before getting out of her car. Only after she is satisfied that everything is okay does she leave the safety of her vehicle and heads for Dylan’s grave.
“Hey , Dylan! How was your week?” she asks in a rush. “Mine was very strange and confusing.” She paces in the small space in front of his grave as she goes through that night as it happened, knowing if Dylan was really here, he’d be so mad at her for going out looking for trouble.
“I don’t know what it all means though. How can a brutal killer, which is what he is reported to be, not kill when he has prime opportunity to? It makes absolutely no sense at all.”
“Who knows, maybe I was seeing things. It could very well have just been a dirty homeless man who was mad because I had the audacity to interrupt his dinner.” She pauses and begins to chew on her
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