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Two Women, Two Books (OTA)

It was a nice day out and the sun was shining bright.

Liz Parker took up residence in one of the lounge chairs by the pool, clad in jean shorts and a t-shirt, and was currently writing in her journal. She had a lot of thoughts about what she had learned with her readings with Emma. Several days after the initial news, Liz was no longer prone to crying if she dwelled too long on the subject of Max and Tess and Tess' pregnancy. Still, she hadn't quite gotten around to telling Kitty or Poitr or anyone else she might usually confide in. Only Peter knew.

I can't believe out of everyone at the Inn, the first person to know about my heartbreak with another guy is my boyfriend.

Meanwhile, a pregnant red Tiefling sat on the edge of the pool in a above-the-knee blue maternity dress. Her legs swished around idly in the water as she held up the What to Expect When You're Expecting. She was particularly looking for any sort of information on twins because, apparently, that was what she was having - they did run in the family, after all.

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"Yeah.. Yeah I do." She thought of Kitty. "Sort of, anyways. It's still a little different because Kitty's older than me, you know?" She really wished Maria was here.

"Yeah, Sometimes you need to talk to your peers," Corbie agreed. Liz's problem was not so different from Corbie's own. Who could be a peer here? Who would accept that? Corbie wasn't much older than this girl, but they weren't in the same place in their lives. Xavin? River? Moana? Again, similar in age, but they still felt different.

And suddenly it made a hell of a lot more sense why of all people, Liz had run to Peter.

"Which ain't easy to do when there's all of four dozen people here."

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It was one of the reasons she had been so adamant on the beach party and why she was already of thinking of other activities for the kids her age to do. Maybe if they hung out more, they could become that close. Maybe River or Moana or Xavin could be the sort to talk in a shared bed, holding pillows and giggling about boys. It was something somewhere in the back of her mind she realized was probably never going to happen.

"I used to think Roswell, my town, was small." She smiled at the lame sort of joke she made. "I guess this place needed to prove a point to me."

"It's not the sort of community any of us are used to, I think," Corbie said with an answering smile. "I've only lived in cities. I didn't think you could have so few people in one place."

"How big was your city?" Focusing on that was a lot better than focusing on her problems.

Corbie took a second to think about that. She and Hutch had talked about this as part of a discussion on public transportation. "Esmer's about three million people. But Bernatha, where I grew up, half a million I think."

"Wow." Not at big as a place like New York, but still pretty big. "We only have something like forty-five thousand people in Roswell. It feels like a lot less sometimes, too." She wondered why. Maybe it was because she had access to this whole other life that most of the city didn't know about.

"I've always wanted to visit a city like that, with lots of people. My friend Maria and I were planning to go to New York. It's, um. It's a really big city with something like eight million people in it."

Corbie nodded. "I know about New York." It was in novels and movies and shows, and the stories of several people she'd met here. "It's one of those cities everyone's expected to know, I think." New York, Los Angeles, London, Paris, and others, but those were the four she heard of most.

"I don't think I'll ever actually travel there." Not unless she figured out a way to get back to Peter's time. "But it's a nice thought, you know?" She paused. "It must be a little frustrating being surrounded by so many people here from Earth." Nasedo probbaly felt like this, despite the fact he wasn't the nicest person in the world.

Corbie nodded. It was often frustrating, in little ways she couldn't predict until she was already there. But... "It's easier, with Mildmay here." Because at least with one person, she never had to worry he knew what the hell she was talking about.

"Mildmay... is he from your world?" If so, Corbie was lucky. Liz smiled a little. "What are they like?"

"You've prolly seen him," Corbie said, "though that he ain't introduced himself ain't surprising. Redhead, green eyes, big scar up the left side of his face?" The scar wasn't something she necessarily wanted to draw attention to since Mildmay was so self-conscious about it, but it was his most memorable feature.

Liz thought and then nodded. It helped there weren't a lot of redheads in the inn to begin with. "He seems nice though. Quiet." But everyone had their own way of adjusting.

Corbie grinned. Not many people got the impression that Mildmay was nice. Most people at home thought he looked kind of scary, which wasn't helped by how he never smiled. "He is. He's shy, though. Private. Ain't very likely to walk up and introduce himself to people." She tried not to intervene too much with regard to that because he was a grown man and all, though she'd definitely feel better if he made a friend or two.

"I have a friend like that at home. He's very guarded. Took a while for him to trust me." She was sure Michael still felt a little like a burden, even though that definitely wasn't the truth. "Should I, um. Should I say hi if I see him or would he hate that?"

"Say hi," Corbie said without hesitation. Then, because it was Liz and she seemed to be just about the most self-conscious person Corbie knew, she added, "Sometimes people who ain't used to talking to him can have trouble understanding him. The scar... well, that side of his face doesn't move right anymore. Don't feel bad if you need him to repeat himself." It was when people looked to Felix or her or someone else to translate him like he wasn't right there that he got pissed.

Liz listened carefully and made a mental note about him talking. She hoped that maybe she could understand more of it than not, but nodded. It was good to know she could ask him to repeat himself, though she still would probably feel awkward about doing it.

"I think I'd like to meet him." She meant it too, not just being polite. "And, I'm glad he showed up for you."

"Me too," Corbie agreed, her small smile soft and fond. "He's a very dear friend. I've missed him a lot."

She knew that feeling. Maybe one day she'd be lucky.

After a moment of silence, "Corbie? Thanks. You're.. you're easy to talk to."

Corbie shrugged a shoulder awkwardly. "No problem. Everybody needs someone to listen. I like being that someone, if I can."

She paused a beat. "Plus I was a hooker for a couple of years. You'd be amazed how much of that is people telling you things they don't think they can tell anybody else." Often it was just whatever they were into that they couldn't tell their wife or girlfriend about, but not always.

Liz paused and blinked and then blushed because, well, she was sure they had some prostitutes, but Liz had never seen them. "Oh." Corbie obviously didn't seem to feel awkward about it, but Liz wasn't sure what you said to someone how announced that. Did you apologize?

The blush remained. "I mean, I guess that makes sense. It's, an, um.. a comfort thing."

Oh, the poor kid. Corbie had been trying to get Liz to crack a smile, but she supposed this only confirmed a bet she'd made with herself. By the time Corbie was sixteen, she'd already been a professional.

She giggled, but it was a soft sound without the harsh edge of mocking. "Basically, yeah. " But she didn't steer that anywhere lurid. Even if Liz was ready for that, that wasn't her point. "Sometimes they're just lonely and want to talk to somebody."

No one ever really talked about how that was probably a lot of the job for prostitutes. Everyone just sort of thought they did sex for money. Probably some just did that. The whole profession was sort of one Liz didn't really know much about - Somewhere her father was thanking the Lord for that.

"I think I'm a lot better at listening than I am giving advice.... maybe because I'm always worried if I give the wrong advice it's my fault if it turns out badly."

"A lot of talking to people's really listening to them." You couldn't get much of anywhere if you didn't know what they were dealing with and going through. "As for advice, no one's obligated to take it once you give it. What they do with it from there's on them."

Liz thought that might be easier to remember than feel, about not letting what people did with the advice get to her, but she tried to keep that in mind. "Maybe one day I'll be as confident as you about everything." Liz offered a smile. She thought Corbie just about had her life together completely.

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