| Chapter 3: Liz looked out her hotel window. Sure Lucky and Emily had looked happy during the time at Luke's. But Looking happy really mean't nothing. She and Joe had looked happy many times, even though secretly miserable. "There has to be some way I can be alone with Lucky." She said outloud to herself. She paced back and fourth trying to think of someway. "I've got it!" she declared. Emily stood at the Nurse's station going through her mail. As she did she came across a letter from an old college friend. "Dear Emily, I know you didn't expect to hear from me. I guess I needed to know how my best friend from Rutgers was doing, or maybe I need you. Em's I've screwed up. My marriage is over and it's all my fault. I feel as though your the onely person that has really ever understood me. Oh Before I forget, the paper I work for here in San Fransisco is sending me to Port Charles to interview the Police Commisionter Mac Scorpio about that new program he started. I'll See ya soon Chica! Joe Berkley" Emily stood there holding the letter. Joe was coming to Port Charles. All she could do was wait and see where everything falls. |