Emily awoke with a start. She opened her eyes to watch Leigh putter around in the kitchen, cracking eggs and starting coffee. Within a few minutes, delicious smells began to waft through the house.
“I wish you’d sleep in a bed,” Leigh said. “Don’t tell me you’re not sore.”
“Nothing a shower won’t fix,” Emily replied as she stood up and stretched. “I’ll be back shortly.”
“We have to be in the office by eight, so you have forty-five minutes,” Leigh called after her.
Emily made quick work of getting ready, indulging in a moment to let the hot water soothe her aching muscles. She quickly dried her shoulder length cappuccino colored hair and dabbed on a sparse amount of makeup. Both she and Leigh has inherited their mother’s dark hair and chocolate eyes, making them not require a lot of makeup in order to look completely put together. She slipped into a pair of black pants, a lightweight aqua sweater and black jacket and black three inch heels. Even though she felt unprepared for her day after a short night in the armchair, her image was every inch the professional news writer.
“I don’t know how you do it,” Leigh laughed as she handed Emily a cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs. “You can go from looking like you feel terrible to this in half an hour.”
Leigh was dressed in a similar clothing but took twice as long to prepare herself.
“Any big stories, I wonder?” Emily took a sip of her coffee, relieved that they had fifteen minutes to spare. “I don’t want to think about my dreams.”
“Julian.” It was a statement, not a question.
Emily nodded, not trusting her voice. It was too early to become morose. The day was still ahead of her and she prized it for its distractions.
The sisters finished their breakfasts before heading out to the car.
Leigh sighed as she slid into the car. “I forgot my camera bag.”
Emily laughed. “Forgetfulness must be catching. I left my phone in the house.”
Leigh stared at Emily. “What do you mean, your phone? You’re joking, right? Nobody takes their phones with them, it would be disconnected and not work.” She grinned. “Good one, Em.”
“No, I’m serious, I had it last night,” Emily insisted. “You asked me if I should call for a ride.”
Leigh shook her head. “I said we should have called a taxi from the observatory. Phones aren’t something you cart around like a tube of lipstick. I’ll be right back.”
Emily was growing more perplexed by the moment. “It was a white smartphone. I left it on the table by the door.”
She raced out of the car and entered the house. There was no smartphone lying on the table. In its place was a rotary telephone, pad and pencil beside it.
“Okay, that was definitely not here yesterday.”