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It was hard to keep up with all of the different options Dan presented them with, but I understood what brochures, business cards, and posters were. It was now a matter of deciding how to display the concepts I’d helped come up with.

The meeting was over soon, everyone walking out with smiles on their faces. The designers went back to their desks, but Dan took me gently by the elbow, keeping me at his side.

“Gotta hand it to you, Dan,” the man said. “We were kind of worried that we hadn’t hammered down an approach yet, but this really hits it out of the ballpark.”

“How did you come up with this campaign?” the woman asked. “It’s so different from what you’d been pitching.”

“Just had to bring in a fresh set of eyes to the project,” Dan said, looking down at me. “This is Blue, the freelancer behind the concepts.”

Both clients shook my hand.

“I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more from you,” the man said. “This is going to be huge.”

“Thank you,” I said humbly. “I’m pretty excited.”

The thrill of a meeting gone well was palpable. All of Dan’s designers on the Sugar and Spice case congratulated me, hugging me and shaking my hand.

“Enough patting ourselves on the back,” Dan said, even though he couldn’t hide his own smile. “We have serious work to do.”

He turned to me and I wondered what my role in all of this was going to be.

“Would you do me the honor of joining me for lunch, Blue?” he asked. “I would consider it a privilege.”

“You would not believe how hungry I am,” I admitted. I’d skipped breakfast at Mama’s nightclub, not wanting to risk getting sick on my big day.

“Are you in the mood for something in particular?” Dan asked as we walked out of the office.

My stomach growled thunderously, startling us both.

“I am in the mood for anything and everything,” I said. “Guess I didn’t realize eating for two would be so hard.”

We walked to the nearest eatery. Several dotted the area, which had to be convenient for people working in the surrounding buildings.

“We have a cafeteria inside the building,” Dan explained as we were seated, “but I like this place a little more. Gets me away from the office, helps me come back refreshed.” He leaned forward, conspiratorially close. “Sometimes, I have a beer.”

I laughed. “Well, don’t let me stop you,” I said. “I, of course, won’t be imbibing today.”

“I’d rather have a water,” he said, raising the full glass in front of him. “To Blue, who saved our asses today with the client. I was starting to suspect they’d go with someone else, but your work was incredible.”

I clinked glasses with him. “Your designers did all the work,” I protested. “All I had were ideas.”

“You know what kind of people have ideas?” Dan asked. “Art directors. Editors. Curators. Artists. Ideas are just as important as execution, Blue, and execution is something you can learn. I know you can do it.”

I flushed with pleasure, almost glad for the conversation to halt when a waiter came to take our order. Everything was going so well, but I wasn’t used to such high praise. Dan believed in me—that much was certain. But I wasn’t sure whether I believed in myself.

Our orders placed, Dan folded his hands and looked at me seriously. “What can I do to convince you to become a graphic designer full time?” he asked. “You wouldn’t have to work at my firm right away, if you just wanted to get a taste of it. You can continue with the freelancing.”

“Master said I should stick with the freelancing,” I said coyly. “Seemed to think there’d be more money in it.”

“He was correct,” Dan said. “Plus, it’s a good way to try something out without committing to anything.”

“I think that could be a good possibility for me,” I said. “And it’s away from the nightclub, which would be good for everyone involved.” I rested my hand on my growing belly just in case Dan wasn’t sure who I was talking about.

“I can’t say it enough, Blue,” Dan said. “Everything happens for a reason, and this is all happening at the opportune time. Is there anything I can do to help with the transition?”

“I’ll need to find an apartment,” I said. “Someplace a little closer to your firm, but someplace I can still afford.” I wouldn’t be able to live at Mama’s boarding house if I wasn’t going to be bartending at the nightclub.

“That’s easy,” Dan said. “You can stay with me.”

I laughed and shook my head. “You’re being too nice,” I said. “I have money saved up. I can afford to rent—especially with my fat freelancer fee.”

“It’d really be no trouble,” Dan persisted. “I have an extra room in my condo, and it’s just a couple of blocks from the firm. I walk every day. Good exercise.”

“I couldn’t ask you to open your home to me,” I said. “It wouldn’t be right—especially if you were my boss.”

Dan wagged his finger at me. “You’re your own boss as a freelancer.”

I started to wonder if that had been the reason Dan had pushed me to freelance before accepting a permanent position with the firm—so I could stay with him. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. Close to work, and it helped that I would be living with someone I genuinely liked. Dan was a great guy.

“I’m only going to take up more and more space,” I warned, pointing at my belly. “And when I stop growing, I’m going to pop out a baby. Then you’ll have two roommates.”

“That’s an inevitability I’ve accepted,” Dan said, smiling warmly. “I have to ask—is the father still in the picture?”

My smile dropped a few notches. Jake again. It seemed like I couldn’t go a whole day without thinking of him. Since it was exactly half of his genetic material growing inside me, I guessed it was acceptable that I didn’t.

“No,” I said. “I tried to contact him, but he’s indicated—through his silence—that he wants nothing to do with this.”

Dan looked troubled. “I’m sorry about that,” he said. “If he were to get in contact with you, would you want him in the picture?”

That was something that had been plaguing my thoughts. Every child deserved to have both parents around, but I just couldn’t make a decision about Jake. Did I want him to be a father to the unborn baby inside me? Yes. Did I want to be Jake again, even after he ignored me all this time?

“The jury’s still out on that one,” I said, forcing myself to smile and then clapping my hands eagerly as our plates arrived. “I’m starving!”

“Then starve no more,” Dan said, and we fell into lunch. I was relieved that we didn’t talk anymore about the father of my baby. Jake was just too painful of a subject right now. Instead, we chatted about the rent I insisted on paying Dan, which he set probably vastly lower than it should be, as well as the logistics of moving.

“I don’t have any furniture, but that’s something I can buy,” I said.

“No need to,” Dan said. “The room is furnished. Once you see it, you can decide if there’s anything you want to add or take out, and we can go from there.”

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” I exclaimed, my hands flying up to my cheeks. “I don’t think you understand, Dan. You’re giving me my future back.”

He didn’t understand where I’d come from, or what I’d given up throughout my life, but he smiled and took my hand all the same.

“You’re making your future, as we speak,” he said. “We just found each other at the right time.”

I threw my arms around him in an impromptu hug and kissed his cheek. The day’s stubble tickled my lips in a pleasant way, and both of us flushed at my forwardness.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m just really excited.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” Dan said. “I’m excited, too.”

We parted ways and I took a cab back across town to the nightclub. As thrilled as I was with the new opportunity—and new life—I wasn’t looking forward to leaving all of my friends at the nightclub. I’d become their protector, keeping them away from Mama’s instability. What would they do without me?

I gasped, making the cab driver look at me in the rearview mirror, and covered my mouth with my hand.

This was exactly what had happened in Tennessee. I’d wanted to protect my brothers and sisters from my parents, so I hadn’t gone to college. I’d regretted that decision so thoroughly that it made me miserable.

I had to choose my own path. I had to, for once in my life, put myself first. I had to leave Mama’s nightclub. Shimmy—or Pumpkin, perhaps—would take on Mama and her mercurial moods.

Even as I made this decision, I knew that it wasn’t just for my benefit. I was thinking now for the baby inside of me. My child wouldn’t be able to survive at Mama’s nightclub. Dan, on the other hand, was offering a stable home. This was what we needed.

The nightclub was still quiet when I stepped in through the alley-side door. Girls remained cautious about coming downstairs to the kitchen. I missed the days when it had been a place to hang out and enjoy meals together.

“Look at you!” Shimmy hooted as I opened the door to the hallway. “Where did you go that you had to look so pretty?” There were several girls milling around in the hallway, and they all turned to smile at me.

“Job interview,” I said. “As a graphic designer.”

Pumpkin poked her head out of her door. “A graphic designer?” she repeated. “I didn’t know you knew how to do that stuff!”

“It’s more like a learning experience,” I explained. “The guy who hired me said that I could do training while on the job.”

“Who hired you?” Shimmy asked. “So you got the job!”

“I got the job!” I screamed, jumping up and down and not caring who knew how happy I was. All of the girls caught on, the enthusiasm infectious, and we all hopped around, hugging.

“But will you still be working here?” Cream asked.

I shook my head. “I’m going to pack up today and leave tonight,” I said. “It’s for the best. I don’t want to linger after telling Mama I’m not going to be working here anymore.”

Cocoa had tried to linger to say goodbye to everyone, and that’s how Mama had nearly killed her.

“How are you gonna tell Mama?” Shimmy asked. “You know how she gets.”

“I know,” I said. “But it’s not like she can keep me here against my will, right?”

The girls’ uncertain laughter told me that they weren’t sure, either.

“Well, I guess there’s no point in putting it off,” I said. “If I don’t come upstairs in half an hour, don’t send anybody. Run.”

It wasn’t the best thing to joke about, given Mama’s terrible temper and recent history, but I couldn’t help making light of it. It was all I could do to mask my own fear.

“We’ll go with you,” Pumpkin said suddenly.

“I don’t need bodyguards,” I protested.

“We’ll go downstairs and wait,” Cream put in. “We’ll wait for you at the bottom of the stairs while you talk to Mama. She’s been drinking in her office since we went down to grab breakfast. It’s one of her dark days.”

One of Mama’s dark days? Fantastic. None of them were particularly bright, but she drank the hardest on the dark days. They seemed to cycle through every now and then, but no one could pinpoint what caused them. It was just my luck to be telling her that I was leaving on one of the dark days.

“Okay,” I said, sighing heavily. “Let’s go, then.”

Like an honor guard, the girls filled in around me and followed me downstairs. I girded my loins for a fight, knocking firmly on the door to the office, but there wasn’t an answer.

“Mama?” I called. “It’s Blue. You in there?”

But I didn’t hear anything from inside. When I opened the door, she was stone cold passed out, an open bottle of whiskey drunk down to the halfway mark on her desk. The safe was open, and my eyes widened at the stacks of money it contained. It would be so easy to just clean it out, distribute it among the rest of the girls, and get the hell out of there, but there was no easier way to incite her murderous rage than to take cash from her.

Instead, I scribbled a note on a piece of paper on the desk.

“Mama,” it read. “Please accept my resignation, effective immediately. I have an opportunity elsewhere that I can’t pass up. Thank you for taking me in all those years ago. Blue.”

I rolled up the piece of paper and shoved it in the neck of the whiskey bottle, where I was sure she wouldn’t miss it. She snored on, oblivious to my presence, but I left all the same. I wanted to try to leave on good terms, not in a hail of bullets.

All of the girls at the bottom of the stairs visibly relaxed when I emerged.

“That went quietly,” Pumpkin observed as we climbed the stairs. “We expected shouting.”

“She was passed out,” I said. “I left a note.”

“Well played,” Shimmy said, clapping me on the shoulder.

The girls helped me pack, several even donating bags and suitcases so I could fit all of the clothes and things I’d accumulated. I felt lucky, even if I was sad to be leaving all of them. Cocoa hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye to any of them, so I was taking the time to give each a heartfelt goodbye. There were as many tears as there were laughs.

“Now, you all have my number,” I said, holding up the phone that Cocoa had sent me. “Call me if you ever need anything—and I mean anything.”

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