It Happens In Threes

Chapter 6

I rang Lindsey's doorbell, seconds later she opened the door still dressed in her gym outfit. Lindsey's condo was pretty close to work, whenever I had to go into the office we would try to coordinate times so we could get lunch or something after.

"Hey! Come in!" she said opening the door for me.

"Thanks," I said stepping into her A/C filled home. I took my heels off at the front door and walked into her living room. I sat down on her comfy couch with a heavy sigh. Lindsey joined me on the couch with a cup of tea.

"Thanks," I said taking a sip before putting the mug on a coster.

"Why the heavy sigh," she asked.

I unloaded the work news on her like she was my therapist. I was excited about the opportunity but to just jump back into the office life and culture as if I've always been there was going to a challenge. Lindsey, being the good friend and even better mom, listened to my rant and sipped her tea.

"And to top it all off, my Godfather pass away this morning." Lindsey sat up a little straighter. "My mom called when I was in the office, I called her back on my way here. Apparently, he died in his sleep. The funeral is this weekend."

"Jen, I'm so sorry," Lindsey said.

"It's apart of life right?" I said taking a sip of my tea.

My Godparents have been the most amazing people in my life. My mom raised me, by herself damn near, so money was tight. My Godparents pitched in all the time, especially since they were extremely wealthy and had no kids of their own. My Godmother passed away two years ago after battling dementia. After that, my mom spent a lot of time with my godfather.

"Anyway, I'll be driving to Philadelphia on Thursday to help. My mom is kinda a mess right now and you know I'm weird with death, so I figured I should deal with it sooner rather than later," I said.

Lindsey nodded, "You know Amber and I are always here for you."

I nodded and smiled, "Yes! Which reminds me, I told her I would swing by to interview her after I interview you so let's get started".

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Lindsey said.

We talked for about an hour and a half. I asked Lindsey about her experiences with being a stay at home mom, her reservations about joining the workforce again, and why she feels like she needs too. A lot of her responses were things I already knew, but there's something about interviewing someone and asking the right follow up questions that make them open up with honesty and vulnerability.

My interview with Lindsey was great. I told her I would be a follow up next week after she starts waitressing part-time. Lindsey had me try out one of her vegetarian creations before I left. Fucking delicious doesn't even cut it.

I decided to walk and Lyft to Amber. She works at one of the busiest Starbucks near Times Square. It's a hassle to go and visit her, yet she complains that no one comes to visit. Maybe it's all the tourists, maybe it's the lack of parking, maybe it's all the playwrights taking up all the outlets, who knows.

Right as my Lyft pulled up Lindsey said "That's so strange that your chief editor passes then your godfather. In the same night. They say these things happen in threes." That has been haunting me ever since. It has consumed my thoughts for the fifteen-minute ride and five-block walk. My fairy godmother did say that my wishes have a ripple effect, this couldn't be it?

I walked into the bustling coffee shop and joined the ridiculous line full of tourists, businessmen, and playwrights. I could hear Amber shouting out coffee orders at the pickup window. I took out my notebook and went over my notes from Lindsey's interview. I began to write down some thoughts when I heard a heavy sigh from the person behind me.