Episode Twenty

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                                 ( Texts  )

Faith :   I know you worrying about this rehab thing. Cause it's you and that's kinda your thing. So stop worrying. Even though you won't lol. 

Spencer : I never worry. it is an useless emotion. So are emotions for that reason.

Faith : Liar , liar , your  old man pants and drawers on fire. 

Spencer : I do not lie. And I don't wear old man pants.  I wear sensible trousers. What are these drawers you speak of ? You on  the other hand have failed to tell your family and probably your partner who is very scary looking that you are a lesbian and dating a fellow law enforcement officer Melinda Velez. Now whose on fire , sister in law ? 

Faith : What ? You know ? 

Spencer : I know everything. 

Faith : Of course you do , bro. Lol I'm not technically lying to them. I'm just being private about my private life. And not wanting to explain to my mother how she spawned two gay children. Nothing wrong with that. Does my brother know ?

Spencer : I think not. DuBuis is clueless about what people call gaydar. My brother is bisexual and denying it even to himself. One day maybe he will figure it out. 

Faith : Lol you need to work for the damn CIA. Anyway me and Melly are finished. Done. Over. Kaput. Finished. She could not handle us being private. To a point. Her career was an issue too. She took a job as a police chief in Colorado. She'll be bored in six months. A week. It's ok. She wasn't the one. Not the right one. Now if I ever meet the right one like DuBuis I'll yell from the highest rooftop. 

Spencer : DuBuis met someone ? Who ?

Faith : God I hope you're joking. It's hard to tell with you. LMFAO. You claim to know everything but can't see what is right in front of your face. Anyway I need to keep an eye on this red velvet cake I'm baking. I just want to tell you you will be fine as red wine at this rehab. I don't remember much about my daddy. I was only five when he died. DuBuis was nine. Fangface Sylvia was eight. Anyway Daddy used to say God didn't give us more than we can handle. It's true. It was awful when Daddy died but then God gave us Daddy Sam and he made our lives easier.  Even my brother will admit that. I'm not making sense to you. I know that. Mama and ole Fangface are better at the word than me. I'm just a cop. Guess what I'm saying is everything happens for a reason and it's never heavier than we can bear especially if we are strong enough to. You're strong , bro. And you have a family that loves you. Hell we really do. I adore you. I'm working your case even off duty. Go to this rehab place and kick ass. Give them hell as only you can. Show them who you are. I love you , Spencer. 

Spencer : I care a great deal for you too , Faith. Sis. 

Faith : Lol that's as good as it gets coming from you. 

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Edwin Moore : Uncle Spencer ? You ok ? 

Spencer : Eddie. Yes. I am doing as well as medical professionals all say including your uncle. I am starving. The food at this hospital is dreadful. They are shipping me out any day now to some terrible rehabilitation facility. Don't tell your uncle I called it terrible. He will pout and pout. I swear he can be a child at times. 

Eddie : LOL ROFL.  I'd give my whole allowance to see him pouting ! I bet Uncle D was born old. 

Spencer : Are you doing well ? How is New Jersey ? Your mother Sylvia and your stepfather ? Your sister ? 

Eddie : Ok. I guess. I just wanted to check on you. I can't believe you got shot ! 

Spencer : Thank you for checking on me. You're a good boy. 

Eddie : No prob. Uncle Spencer , can I tell you a secret ?

Spencer : Sure. What is it ? Although you do know a secret is really not a secret if more than one person knows it ?

Eddie : Huh ? Oh. Yeah. Don't tell anyone yet. Not even Uncle D. I'm not a boy. I'm a girl. And my name is Luci. Luci Moore. Call me Luci please.  Luci with a little i instead of a y and a heart instead of a dot.

Spencer : Alright , Luci. How's the weather in New Jersey ? 

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