“No, one, it’s not my job. We are all adults, and if an adult can’t make it to work for their scheduled shift, it’s not my job to hold their hand. However, Meg and two others did. They were told to mind their own business and to stop bothering her. We did.”
“Oh, and Meg and Sue, the ones that reached out to Sally, contacted district and told them what was said.”
“Again, covering everyone’s asses.”
“Correct. Believe it or not, it came in handy.”
“How?”
“Six weeks after her last day of work, I get a letter in the mail asking for the details of why Sally was let go from her job.”
“But you didn’t fire her.”
“I know that. It was from the unemployment office. I took the next day, armed with my files, and went to the district office. Thankfully, it’s only six blocks from my library. I talked to the manager, and we were able to get our lawyers involved. It ended up that we went to court, and because she was classified as a no call, no show for two weeks, they, the unemployment office, determined that she quit her job with no notice.” She shook her head sadly. “There was one thing that helped us besides all the paperwork we had.”
“What was that?”
“Sally never turned up at the proceedings. It wasn’t like it was a judge and jury, but it was a meeting with the unemployment board. They determined she wasn’t eligible for benefits, because she quit with no notice. That was the last time I ever heard anything about her. That was over three months ago.”
“I’m not saying this next part to be mean, but it doesn’t bother you not to know what she’s doing now?”
“At first, I was worried, but I happened to be someplace, I forget where, and I saw her with a group of people, laughing, having fun, acting like she didn’t have a care in the world. I figured if she was happy, and living her life, then she doesn’t need to be in mine. I know that might sound harsh, but I absolutely refuse to have someone with a track record like she has dictate how I am to live my life. The last time I looked, I was over twenty-one and free to make my own decisions.”
“Good for you,” Luc said as he picked up her hand and kissed the back of it. They were silent for at least half an hour before he sighed heavily.
“What is it?”
“It might not be anything, but it’s weighing on my mind.”
“Can you talk about it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, club business?”
“No, it’s not that.” He shook his head and glanced over at her. He sipped his coffee, sighed heavily, and concentrated on his driving. Lilith thought he wasn’t going to speak until he asked a question she never expected him to.
“How well do you get along with Starr?”
“Your sister?”
“Yes.”
“I like to think well. If we don’t hang out, we talk on the phone all the time. She comes into the library to show me her latest designs, and I help her with books to get a more realistic look at what she’s interested in.” At his scowl, she giggled. “You know that in Hollywood, Lucifer is depicted to have horns right, and is red?”
“Yes.”
“Well, actually, he is a fallen angel. God kicked him out of heaven, and he had wings. He later grew the horns while in Hell.”
“Are you telling me that Starr is going to put me in horns and wings?”
“Don’t know,” she giggled at the sound he made and his expression. “But Starr and I are close, I think since the first time I met her, which was two days before I met you, we talk at least four times a week.”
“Does she talk to you about the makeup she’s doing for my Halloween Bash?”
“Yes.”
“What’s your personal opinion of what she’s going to be doing?”