Odds of Love: Past Wounds

Episode 30

Faith stared at her battered face in the bathroom mirror. Fuck that bitch, she thought as she stroked at the bruised swollen right eye on her dark brown face. Then down to her puffy lips. Shit. How was she going to explain this to her colleagues at work? Double shit. How was she going to explain this to her family at this damn dinner?

She wasn't, she thought as she moved to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to get another beer. As she opened the can and drained nearly half of it in one long endless gulp she knew it was not in her best interest to tell anyone shit. The last thing she needed or wanted was people in her business. Especially her family. DuBuis would be pissed and might even call their mother in Florida. She could handle Melinda Velez. First she was getting that damn so called marriage annulled or something. She didn't even remember that night. That could not be a legal marriage. She didn't even remember signing the damn license.

She squinted her dark eyes in thought and finished off the beer. That lawyer brother of Spencer's would be at the dinner that night. He was some fancy ass tax attorney at a bougie firm but maybe he could give her some advice about a made up friend. Yeah. She would ask Richard Norland. If he even wanted to talk to her after last time. Maybe she should apologize to that British guy. Maybe. As for Melinda ....... If she ever touched her like that the next homicide she investigated would be that of Melinda Velez.

She heard a knock at the door and after tossing the can in the trash can she went to see who it was.

What the fuck ? , she thought as she peered through the peephole.

Penelope Perkins. Pamela's cousin. Her straight cousin who was married to the headmaster of that snooty school of Luci's Gerald Hightower. She was standing out in the hallway, looking adorable in a pair of tight blue jeans and a Hard Rock Cafe tee shirt, and carrying two brown paper bags in her arms.

Faith opened the door. " Yeah? "

Penelope smiled sweetly at her. " I thought you would like those pictures of Pamela. And I picked up some breakfast from this cute little cafe called....." Her big eyes widened. " What happened to your face? Are you ok, Faith ?"

Faith waved her into the apartment, saying," It's nothing. On the job shit. I didn't duck fast enough is all. "