Rachael walked hurriedly through the busy airport terminal looking for her driver, Glenn. Her high-heels clicking as she walked on the hard, terrazzo floor. Even she noticed the uneven tempo, her steps quick, then slow. Her legs were shaken, having just stepped off the plane after attending Michelleās funeral in Phoenix. Rachaelās shoulder bag felt like it weighed a ton, her whole body was tired.
āRachael! Over here!ā Glenn shouted, waving his hand in the air.
Rachael forced a smile to her drawn face, waving back to acknowledge his presence.
āCarās out front.ā He stated. āIāll get you luggage and meet you.ā
āNo, Iāve got to sit down.ā She responded, grabbing his arm. āIāll wait on you. I really need a drink.ā
Glenn quickly retrieved Rachaelās suitcase from the conveyor and guided her to a bar in the busy terminal. Sitting at a table away from the bar, he ordered two double scotches.
āYou shouldnāt have gone.ā He muttered to Rachael, sitting across from him.
āI had to go.ā She replied. āI had to say good-bye to Michelle. Iād never be able to forgive myself if I didnāt.ā
āWas it a big funeral?ā Glenn inquired. āHowād she look?ā
āMaybe a dozen or so people.ā Rachael answered. āIt was a closed casket. They had a picture of her beside it. God, she was so young and so beautiful!ā
āShe would have been 24 next month.ā Rachael added. āThatās too damn young to die!ā
āHow did her family take it?ā Glenn asked.
āHer family!ā Rachael exclaimed. āThere wasnāt any of her family there, not one God damn person! Her boyfriend was there. They finally had to take him out of the room. He was such a mess. I think everyone was crying as much for him as they were for Michelle.ā
āI met Charlene, Michelleās secretary and her bossās bodyguard.ā Rachael added. āThey were handling it pretty well, all things considered. Charlene made arrangements to have Michelle cremated. She said thatās what she would have wanted.ā
Rachael couldnāt hold back her tears any longer. Putting her hands to her face, she broke down. Glenn rose and walked around to her side, comforting her. After a few minutes, Rachael was able to regain control of herself. Her face was puffy and her make-up a mess. She rushed into the restroom to make repairs before leaving the bar. Glenn drove Rachael to her desert home, neither of them saying a word. Rachael welcomed the silence, not wanting to discuss Michelle Grayās death any further.
Six months have passed since the untimely death of Michelle Gray. Rachael is still operating her weekend high-stakes poker games at her desert home, less than a half hour from the bright lights of Las Vegas. Rachaelās net monthly income is almost a quarter of a million dollars. Still apprehensive about making investments using her own judgment, Rachael is putting the money in certificates of deposit and money markets. The interest rates are low but the risk is minimal.
It was mid-afternoon on a Wednesday when the phone rang at Rachelās home. Rachel was lounging by the pool, enjoying the sun. Juanita, the Hispanic servant girl, brought the cordless phone out to her.
āItās some lady from Phoenix.ā Juanita stated. āSays her name is Charlene Stevenson.ā
Rachael anxiously took the phone.
āI just wanted to call and see how you were getting along.ā Charlene said.
āIām doing good.ā Rachael replied. āHowās things down in Phoenix?ā
āStill busy.ā Charlene answered. āTrying to get the last of George Ferrisās estate and holdings taken care of.ā
āHowās his son doing?ā Rachael asked. āWasnāt his name Rick?ā
āRickās not doing too good.ā Charlene responded, sounding very disappointed. āHe wonāt talk or return my calls. Heās still working at that ranch near Prescott.ā
āHeās never going to ever get over Michelle.ā Rachael said. āThereās times I canāt stop thinking about her myself.ā
āI know what you mean.ā Charlene stated. āItās been difficult for everyone.ā
āThe reason Iām calling is that Iām in town, staying at the Monte Carlo and was wondering if youād like to have dinner with me this evening?ā
āYes! Yes, I would!ā Rachael exclaimed.
āGreat! How about 7:00?ā Charlene stated. āIāll meet you at the front desk.ā
Rachael was happy to hear from Charlene. Although sheād only met Charlene at Michelleās funeral, she felt like they were close friends. Michelle Gray was their common bond.
Arriving at the Monte Carlo a few minutes before 7:00, Rachael spotted Charlene talking with the desk clerk. The two hugged briefly instead of shaking hands.
āI was wondering if youād care if we ate in my room rather than one of the restaurants.ā Charlene suggested. āIt would be so much quieter.ā
āYeah, that sounds good.ā Rachael answered.
Arriving at Charleneās room on the twelfth floor, the two shared a glass of chilled wine. After ordering from the room service menu, Charlene gestured for Rachael to sit down at the small table in the corner of the room. Charlene set her attachĆ© case on the foot of the queen-size bed, unzipping the main compartment. Taking a file folder out, she placed it in front of Rachael.
āMichelle would want you to have this.ā Charlene said. āShe just finished working on it the day before she was killed.ā
Rachel opened the file folder, her hand slightly shaking. It was an investment proposal for some ranch land in southern Colorado. Rachel glanced up at Charlene before reading the document over. Memories of Michelle clouded her eyes, making it difficult to read. In her hands she held one of the last things her close friend had touched. Rachaelās fingers brushed across the document. Tears fell from her cheeks, staining the paper. Charlene handed her a tissue to wipe her eyes. Memories of Michelle, their intimate time together and their friendship crossed her mind.
Eating dinner was difficult for Rachael. Her eyes kept glancing at the file folder. Finally, after finishing their meal, Charlene pushed the cart out into the hallway. Pouring two more glasses of wine, the women continued sitting at the table. Rachael picked up the investment proposal and read it thoroughly. Owning a ranch in Colorado stirred an excitement in her sheād never realized. To Rachael, it was more than a business proposal; it was Michelle speaking out to her.