Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 66
…“That’s it… sure? Do you ever say no?”
“I do plenty, just not today.”…
“I have an apartment over east of State St., would you like to come over and talk about life for a while?”
— ‘Talk about life – what kind of cornball invite is that?’ Constance thinks, instead of speaks, to herself this time.
Without so much as a twitch, Fanny Renwick responds, “Sure.”
‘Was that too easy?’ again, she thinks to her nosey self. “It’s within walking distance. Let’s leave before your boss kicks us out.”
On the walk to Constance’s modest garden apartment and continuing past the midnight hour, they gain a familiarity usually reserved for life-long friends. Seemingly all of their combined 50 years are covered in that span of 7 brief hours.
Everyone remembers talking forever to someone you have known forever, but in this case, two lonesome spirits bond in a blink of an eye. It becomes apparent that neither wants this day to end, but there are far too many delicate topics that need to be broached before overnight stays are proper.
Before surrendering to separation, Constance tosses another softball in Fanny’s direction, “My parents have a cottage down in Panama City Beach, would you like to come down and hang out this weekend?”
“That’s it… sure? Do you ever say no?”
“I do plenty, just not today.”
“You are a peach, Fanny! I thought I was doomed to another boring weekender with the folks. Cool. Pack an overnighter and do not forget your bathing suit.” She may not live with her parents, but they still subsidize their only daughter’s university lifestyle and they truly are boring people, according to their dearest “Connie”. “Where do I pick you up?”
“I’ll meet you back here at your place.” At 25, Fanny is embarrassed to tell Constance that she still actually lives at home with her parents in Frenchtown, an increasingly seedy area in the heart of Tallahassee. “What time?”
“Is 7:00 too early, it’s a two hour drive to the coast?”
“It’s a date, 7 o’clock and don’t be late!”
Constance Caraway P.I.