Every morning the Planet was teeming with people, today was no exception. To most, this morning was like every morning. People rushed in and out hurrying to get on with their busy schedules. On this typical LA morning, it appeared only a few saw this day as different. Unbeknownst to the masses, today was one of hope and new beginnings. Today was the day that Alice Pieszecki’s plan was launched into action.

            “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” the dark haired business woman plopped herself into the chair opposite the lone reporter.

            “Excuse me, I am waiting forCharlotte?” Alice took in the vision before her. Charlotte‘s normally wild curly hair was partially up, perfectly formed curls cascading downwards as if reaching for freedom. Her black designer suit was tailored to fit; the jacket had only one hook placed to accentuate the woman’s hourglass figure. Underneath the jacket was a green blouse the same shade as her eyes, making the already startling eyes appear even more other worldly. “Wow! I thought for sure all you owned was jeans, concert tees, and sandals.”

            “Those aren’t just any sandals, they are kenos. I happen to own a closet full of nice things, very nice things. I just choose to be more causal.”

            “Kenos? The Native Americans make those for you?”

            “No, they are hand made in Key West by Cubans. They are the official shoe of beach bums and parrot heads.”

            “Whatever. You look a little nervous.” Charlotte did indeed look nervous. You had to look closely but it was there. It was the way she set her jaw, it was more tense then usual. Alice, who could be a little oblivious at times, was surprised that she knew this woman well enough to see her hidden emotions.

            “What is this?” Charlotte asks as she picks up Alice‘s cup and takes a sip. She squints her eyes and sticks out her tongue. “Eww. I am going to get an herbal tea. Do you want me to get you some more poison, I mean sludge?”

            “It is coffee. Do you not drink coffee?”

            “No, I don’t want to stunt my growth.” Charlotte winks and leaves the table heading to the bar.