The shrill ring of the phone cut through the early morning stillness, dragging Frances from the depths of sleep. She groaned, blindly reaching for the receiver on her bedside table.

"Hello?" she mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

"Fran, it’s Andy."

Her eyes cracked open slightly as she registered the voice. "Andy? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Sorry to wake you," came his apologetic yet urgent tone.

Frances frowned, glancing at the clock on her bedside table. It was barely 7 am. "What’s so important at this ungodly hour?"

"Did you see the tabloids this morning?"

She let out a groggy sigh, her head sinking back into the pillow. "No, Andy. Unlike you, I was busy sleeping like the rest of the sane world."

"Well, I suggest you get up and take a look," Andy said grimly.

....

Frances sat on the edge of Andy’s desk, the offending tabloid spread open in her hands. Her hazel eyes scanned the article, her expression shifting from mild curiosity to faint amusement.

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"...‘Hollywood Patronage Raises Eyebrows.’" Frances read aloud, her voice dripping with mock drama. With a chuckle and a sigh, she tossed the paper onto the desk. "You’re being ridiculous, Andy."

Andy leaned back in his chair, arms folded, his brow furrowed with concern. "Frances, what’s going on?"

She rose to her feet, brushing imaginary lint off her robe. "Nothing’s going on."

Andy gave her a skeptical look as she walked across the room to a round table in the corner. She reached for the decanter, pouring herself a glass of whiskey. She took a sip before turning back to him.

"You’re making a mountain out of a molehill," she said dismissively

Andy sighed, leaning forward, his tone lowering to something more serious. "Fran, you can’t afford a scandal. Not now. Not ever."

"There’s no scandal, Andy. Don’t be ridiculous. These vultures are always plotting something," she said, gesturing vaguely toward the discarded paper.

Andy didn’t budge, his voice tightening. "This isn’t the first time. You know that as well as I do."

Her hand paused mid-air, the glass just inches from her lips. She turned to face him fully, her jaw tightening.

"Whatever you’re implying—"

"I’m not implying anything," he interrupted, standing now and walking toward her. "But you and I both know how this town works. Rumors can take on a life of their own. I can only cover your back so many times before this thing blows."

For a moment, Frances said nothing. Her expression softened, but her eyes held their usual defiance.

"Andy," she said finally, placing the glass on the table, "you’ve been in this business long enough to know one thing, no matter what you do, they’ll always find something to write about."

Andy shook his head, his frustration barely contained. "That’s exactly what I’m afraid of." his fingers rubbing the spot between his brows, a gesture he often made when the weight of a problem settled in "Look, I'm not telling you how to live your life. I'm just saying, be careful."

His eyes fixed on her, the silence between them speaking more than words could ever express.

"I am" she said quietly, her face softening

Andy sighed, walking around the desk casually sitting back into his chair. The air in the room felt charged, thick with unspoken words. He leaned back, his hands resting behind his head. "Just call a male friend,"

"What?" she asked, not quite understanding his suggestion.

"Go for lunch. Give them something else to talk about." he suggested, a bit more nonchalant than before, his tone laced with a pinch of humor.

Frances blinked in surprise, her eyebrows furrowing "Is that a joke?"

"Not at all", he said, easy grin spreading across his face as he opened the drawer of his desk, as if the matter were settled. He pulled out a script and tossed it onto the table in front of her, the pages rustling as they landed.

He gave her a sly look, watching her reaction with mild amusement. "In the meantime,... how do you feel about going to Africa?"

Frances’s eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape. "Africa?" she asked, stunned.

.....

Early evening settled over the streets of Los Angeles, the fading sunlight casting long, golden shadows across the city. Neon signs buzzed to life, their vibrant reds, blues, and greens reflecting off rain-slicked pavement as cars rolled by, their whitewall tires splashing through shallow puddles left by a brief afternoon shower. Once-bustling streets began to transform, the rush of the workday giving way to a slower, more relaxed hum.

Shop windows glowed with warm light, showcasing everything from stylish dresses to shiny radios. A newsstand on the corner displayed the latest headlines, its vendor leaning lazily against the stall, smoking a cigarette as he called out to passing pedestrians. Couples strolled arm-in-arm down the sidewalks, their laughter mingling with the faint strains of jazz spilling from a nearby nightclub.

The smell of fresh bread from a nearby bakery mixed with the faint tang of gasoline from the steady stream of cars lining the boulevard. A bus pulled away from the stop, taking commuters home or toward a night out. Streetlamps flickered one by one, their amber glow illuminating tree-lined avenues dotted with diners, theaters, and corner stores.

The Hollywood Hills rested in the backdrop, their outline softened by a lingering mist. Above it all, the distant, rhythmic hum of the city resonated, a constant, comforting reminder of its restless energy. Even in the quiet moments, the city felt alive, its pulse steady as it carried on into the night.

The loft grew darker as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, casting long shadows across the room. Yaz walked over to switch on the lights, flooding the space with a warm glow, then returned to her task. Frances waited by the mirror, her black evening gown shimmering under the light, the tiny beads catching the brightness and sparkling like millions of stars in the night sky. Her fingers absently ran over the soft fabric, her eyes following Yaz’s every movement as she crouched down, pin cushion in hand, and resumed marking the hem of the dress.

"So, where are you going?" Yaz asked, her brows knit in concentration.

"Romanoff’s," Frances answered quietly, her voice laced with hesitation. "Are you sure you don’t mind?"

Yaz glanced up briefly, a teasing smile on her lips. "Are you planning to snog your mate?"

Frances chuckled, shaking her head. "Noooo!!"

"Well then, I don’t mind," she replied with a smirk before lowering her gaze back to the hem.

"This is absolutely ridiculous... I can’t believe I’m even agreeing to this," Frances muttered, her tone tinged with annoyance.

"I know. You’re so easily persuaded," Yaz teased, her lips twitching with amusement.

"Thanks," she threw back dryly.

"Don’t mention it." Yaz stepped back, checking the length of the hem. "So, what d’you think? More, or should we leave it like this?"

Frances turned sideways, inspecting herself in the mirror. "Should be fine. I don’t want it too short...just enough so I don’t trip over myself."

"Alright. Let’s see the top then," Yaz said, moving back to the table to grab a few more pins.

Frances tugged at the straps of her dress, frustration etched on her face. "If you could just do something with these," she said, trying to adjust them. "I hate how flimsy it looks at the front...I don’t know why I bought it."

"Yeah, definitely. Don’t worry about it…I can fix it." Yaz stepped closer.

Her fingers slipped beneath one of the delicate straps, her touch brushing against Frances’s skin. Frances shivered, a cascade of goosebumps appearing on her arm. Yaz noticed, her lips curved into a sly smile. The faint scent of Frances’s perfume filled the air, the closeness between them charged with a quiet intensity.

Frances’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in, attempting to steal a kiss. But Yaz moved quickly, dodging behind her and focusing on the dress.

"So, what did he say about all of this?" Yaz asked, breaking the tension as she adjusted the other strap.

"He laughed," Frances said with a grin, casually brushing her hand over Yaz’s waist as she shifted. "He’s the only person crazy enough to agree to something like this."

Yaz chuckled, briefly glancing up. "I suppose it suits him, then?"

"Mmm," Frances murmured, leaning in to nuzzle Yaz’s cheek.

"You’re distracting," Yaz said, laughing as she moved away to regain focus.

"Can’t you multitask?" Frances teased, pouting dramatically.

"Yes, I can. Just not this."

"What?" Frances asked, feigning innocence as she glanced over her shoulder.

"Keep still!" Yaz laughed, shaking her head.

Frances fidgeted but straightened up. "Can’t help it."

"Not my problem," Yaz replied with a grin.

"Meany," Frances muttered under her breath, but a smile played on her lips.

A few moments passed in silence as Yaz worked, then she stepped back to inspect her adjustments. "There. All done. How’s that? Better, right?"

"Hmm..." Frances frowned, fiddling with the strap. "Not sure... feels like this one’s loser."

"Is it?" Yaz circled back around to adjust the strap. Frances seized the moment, cupping the back of Yaz’s head and pressing her lips against hers.

"Mmm..." Yaz murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. "You cheeky..."

Her words were silenced by another kiss, deeper and more insistent. Frances melted into her arms, her hands slipping around Yaz’s waist. Yaz’s fingers brushed against Frances’s neck, pulling her closer as their laughter faded into the kiss.

Suddenly, Frances yelped, breaking away. "Ow!"

Yaz gasped, then burst out laughing. "One of the pins jabbed you, didn’t it?"

"I think we should take this off," Yaz said through her laughter, gently pulling Frances toward the table.

"Agreed," Frances muttered with a chuckle, rubbing her arm. "But you owe me for this."

"Oh, I do, do I?" Yaz teased, her eyes glinting.

"Absolutely," Frances said, leaning in with a playful smile.


.....


Yaz folded the last of her clothes into the suitcase, clicking it shut with a satisfied sigh. As she turned to prop it by the door, Susan appeared in the doorway, her presence as comforting as always.

Yaz smiled warmly and crossed the room, pulling Susan into a hug. “I’m going to miss you,” she said earnestly.

Susan chuckled, patting Yaz’s back. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll forget all about me the moment you hit the road,” she teased.

Before Yaz could reply, the low rumble of an approaching car drifted through the window. Yaz’s face lit up, and she rushed to the door, calling over her shoulder, “I would never!”

"Of course not" Susan watched her go with an affectionate shake of her head. As the door slammed behind Yaz, she chuckled softly to herself.

Yaz swung open the front door to see Frances stepping out of her car, a bright smile lighting up her face. Yaz hurried down the steps, her excitement mirrored by Frances as they met halfway.

“Finally!” Yaz exclaimed, her grin wide as she embraced Frances briefly.

Frances returned the hug and then turned to wave at Susan, who stood at the doorway with a knowing smile. “Morning, Susan,” Frances greeted warmly.

“Morning, dear,” Susan called back. “Take care of her, will you?”

“I’ll do my best,” Frances replied with a wink before turning to Yaz. "Are you ready?"

"Yup...just finished packing" she nodded with a grin, excitement bubbling inside her

Together, they loaded Yaz’s suitcase into the car’s trunk.

"You did pack your gloves honey?" Susan reminded caringly

"Yes and a hat and the scarf"

Just as the trunk clicked shut, another car rolled down the driveway, its black exterior gleaming in the morning light. Yaz and Frances exchanged a glance, their excitement palpable as the vehicle came to a stop.

“Oh, I think that's Lily,” Susan said softly, her voice tinged with anticipation wrapping her cardigan around as the but of cold wind swept through the street.

As the car door swung open, Lily burst out with a sudden, eager energy, pushing past the nurse, who looked momentarily taken aback. "Slow down child" she murmured under her chin rolling her eyes, but the little girl ignored her rushing down the pathway.

“Mummy!” Lily squealed, running straight into Frances’s arms, wrapping herself around her with such force that Frances staggered slightly but laughed, holding her tight.

Before Frances could say a word, Lily spun toward Yaz.

"Well that was short" Frances chuckled watching as she threw her arms around her as well.

Yaz knelt slightly to match Lily’s height, her expression warm with affection. “Hey, pumpkin.” Yaz said softly, brushing a strand of hair from Lily’s face.

Over Yaz’s shoulder, Lily caught sight of Susan standing at the doorway. Her face lit up with curiosity and excitement. She darted over to Susan, her little voice carrying in the still morning air. “Are you coming too? Are you going on the trip with us?”

Susan chuckled, crouching slightly to meet Lily at eye level. “Not this time, darling,” she replied, her voice kind. “You’ll have to tell me all about it when you get back.”

"Can I come to bake the cakes?"

"Sure you can" Susan glanced at Frances over Lily’s shoulder "I'm sure we can arrange something with your mommy"

Meanwhile, Frances was approached by the nurse, who handed over a small package of Lily’s medication, along with a neatly folded note. “These are her prescriptions,” the nurse explained, her tone professional. “There’s a list of instructions and an emergency contact number. Please don’t hesitate to call if needed.”

Frances nodded, taking the package and slipping it carefully into her handbag. “Thank you,” she said sincerely, glancing at Lily, who was now chatting animatedly with Susan. "I will give you a call before we head back to arrange about the transport. I might even bring her back myself."

"No problem Miss Louise...Have a nice trip"

"Thank you, I'm sure we will."

As the driver hoisted Lily’s small suitcase into the trunk, the school staff said their goodbyes and departed, leaving the family to their adventure.

With a final hug for Susan and promises to write postcards, the trio climbed into Frances’s car. Frances took the wheel, while Yaz decided to sit in the back seat with Lily.

As Susan stood in the doorway, the hum of the car fading into the crisp morning air, a quiet ache settled over her heart. She raised her hand in a final wave, even as the car disappeared beyond the bend, leaving behind an almost unnatural stillness. The breeze whispered against her skin, a stark reminder of the solitude that would greet her once she stepped back inside.

Yaz had become more than a friend’s daughter, she was a lifeline tethering her to a world that had felt unbearably empty since her loss. Her presence had filled rooms with laughter, her energy like sunlight pouring into corners long untouched by warmth. She found a kind of healing, not complete but enough to give her days meaning again.

As she turned toward the house, she couldn’t help the undercurrent of worry that crept into her thoughts. Her joy for them was tinged with unease, an unspoken prayer forming in her heart for their happiness and safety on a road that was as unpredictable as it was beautiful. The love that two women shared defied convention, fierce and unapologetic in a world that too often sought to crush such bravery.

With a deep breath, Susan stepped back inside, the door clicking softly behind her. The house felt quieter now, emptier. She placed her hand briefly on the doorframe, as if grounding herself in the moment. "They’ll be all right," she whispered.

.....


"First time on a road trip, huh?” Yaz asked, smiling as Lily leaned eagerly against the window, wide-eyed at the sight of the world beyond.

Lily nodded, her excitement barely contained as the car began to roll down the road.
"Are you excited?" Frances smiled, glancing at the rearview mirror.

"Yes!" Lily shouted, bouncing in her seat as if the thrill of the open road had already taken hold of her. She reached forward, her little hands trying to grab Frances’s neck from behind.

Frances giggled, turning her head to kiss Lily’s little fingers. "We're gonna have a great time."

"Is this your car?" Lily asked, leaning between the two front seats, her eyes scanning the dashboard with fascination.

"Mmmm," Frances nodded, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You like it?"

"I guess," Lily said nonchalantly, her small lips curling into a cheeky grin.

Frances and Yaz both burst out laughing at her blunt response.

"What’s that?" Lily asked, pointing at the speedometer, her eyes gleaming in wonder.

"It shows the speed, and over here," Frances gestured, "how much gas we have and some other stuff."

Lily furrowed her brow, clearly fascinated but a bit puzzled by all the dials and numbers. Then relaxed back into her seat.

Two hours into their trip, the landscape had shifted away from the bustling Los Angeles cityscape, the wide freeways giving way to older, less traveled routes. The scent of winter in the air mingled with the fresh, earthy smell of the pines as they drove north. The car's engine hummed steadily as they passed through rural California, where the terrain began to roll into small hills, still dotted with patches of brown grass and dried remnants of fields. February's chill had left the countryside with muted hues, faded golds, browns, and deep greens, the trees stripped bare of most leaves by the cold, though a few stubborn evergreens still clung to their needles.

The road was often narrow, two-lane and winding through the quiet countryside. In the distance, small, quaint farmhouses peeked out from behind clumps of bare trees, and the occasional windmill turned lazily in the breeze. Though the day was clear, the air had a crisp bite to it, with the mountainsides and valleys still shadowed in the early afternoon, adding a chill to the air that made the car's interior feel warm and comforting.

The winding road seemed to stretch on for miles, with nothing but the occasional petrol station or small diner to break up the monotony.

Frances and Yaz chatted contentedly, the sound of their laughter blending with the soft music playing from the radio.

Meanwhile, Lily sat in the back seat, her little legs crossed beneath her, absorbed in her drawing. Her pencil case lay open on the seat beside her, the tip of her tongue poking out slightly as she focused on her work. The drawing book sat snugly in her lap, and with every stroke of the pencil, her excitement grew. Finally, with a triumphant grin, she leaned forward and held up the book for her mothers to see.

"Look, Mommy! It's us traveling!" Lily announced, her voice full of pride.

Frances’s eyes widened, and her lips curved into a smile that threatened to escape into laughter.

Her drawing was an absolute masterpiece of childhood innocence. The car was a gem. It looked like a squished rectangle with two circular wheels leaving a trail of squiggly red lines behind it to show speed. Massive windows and inside two stick-figure heads.
Lily had decided that Yaz’s darker skin was represented best with what could only be described as glowing somewhere between a pumpkin and the sun. As for Frances, her blonde curls were a cluster of small, unevenly spaced yellow loops sticking out of her head as if she had put her finger into a socket and she gave her big red lips. They were both supposed to be grinning, but Lily had decided that all smiles take up at least half of the face.

Frances cleared her throat, glancing at the drawing before looking back at Yaz, who was struggling to hold back a giggle

"What’s that darling?" She pointed at what looked like a stick hanging out of the window

"Your cigarette" Lily frowned as if it was obvious

"Oh my god" Yaz gasped. She couldn’t help herself any longer, bursting into a fit of laughter, her shoulders shaking with each chuckle. Frances followed suit, her laughter ringing through the car as she tried to catch her breath.

“Oh, Lily,” Frances managed between laughs, wiping a tear from her eye. “It’s perfect darling, I love it.”

Lily looked up at them, puzzled for a moment, before her eyes lit up. “You like it?”

“Yeah, I’ve never looked so radiant.” Yaz barely managed to say still laughing, casting a playful glance at Frances. “And you never looked more glamorous.”

"It’s beautiful darling, can I keep it?" Frances asked

"Yes!" Lily nodded proudly

....

 

A couple of hours into the drive, a cheerful tune started playing on the radio. Lily’s eyes lit up the second she heard it. Without missing a beat, she began to hum along softly, her fingers tapping against her knee in rhythm.

Yaz looked at her, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Wait, you know the lyrics to this song?"

Lily grinned, giving a little shrug as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Frances smirked in the front seat, glancing over at Yaz. "Oh, this is gonna be good," she teased, her voice light with amusement.

Before Yaz could respond, she leaned forward, turning up the radio with a wink at Lily. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got, kiddo.”

Lily grinned wide, suddenly animated, and began singing along with all the gusto of a star performer. Yaz joined in, belting out the lyrics as if they were on stage, holding an imaginary microphone and swaying to the music. Her energy was infectious, and Lily followed her lead, her voice growing louder as she danced in her seat, her hands moving with dramatic flair.

Frances couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of the two of them in the backseat. Yaz, who turned out to be quite an animated performer, was in full swing, and Lily, with her playful spirit, was giving her a run for her money.

The two were completely lost in the music, their voices harmonizing, getting louder and more animated with each verse. Yaz was practically shouting the lyrics, and Lily, with a grin on her face, gave it her all, hands waving like she was conducting her own concert.

Frances glanced at them through the rearview mirror, her eyes softening in surprise. She had never seen this side of Lily before, not this playful, free-spirited side that seemed to burst out with such ease. It was as if the car, the music, and the moment had unlocked a part of her that was vibrant and full of life.

Her heart swelled with pride and wonder, her eyes glistening with affection. She’d always loved her daughter, but seeing her like this, full of confidence, full of joy, was something she never could’ve anticipated.

The car was filled with laughter, their voices bouncing off the walls.

As the song wrapped up, Yaz gave one last dramatic flourish with her imaginary microphone, and Lily followed with a giggle, bowing theatrically as if they had just performed on stage.

Frances couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head in amused disbelief. "Well, that was something," she said, her voice warm with affection. "I think we’ve got a new band member."

Yaz shot her a playful grin. "She’s got some serious stage presence. Maybe we should start a family band?"

Lily’s eyes sparkled. "I’m gonna be famous!"

Frances just smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. She could hardly believe how much this road trip was already turning out to be fun, spontaneous, and full of surprises. And in this moment, everything felt right.

"I'm hungry" Lily suddenly said

"We're gonna stop off for gas, it's not long baby" Frances said

"But burger sounds nice" Yaz flapped her lashes "There's a dinner we're passing soon" she looked at the map

"What's a burger?" Lily asked

Frances was stunned at the question, then it dawned on her that Lily couldn't possibly know. But before she could open her mouth to explain Yaz cut her off.

"That's it...burger it is..." she announced nudging Lily who just nodded with a grin

"There's no democracy in this car is there?" Frances laughed

"Nope...FOOOOD!" Yaz shouted and Lily joined her

"Food!" They both started yelling leaning over the front seats

"Alright! " Frances laughed her head off "You win"

"Yes!" Yaz raised her hand to give Lily high five but she didn't know what to do so she showed her and she happily accepted

 

….

Frances pulled the car into the dinner's parking lot and stepped out, glancing around at the modest surroundings waiting for Yaz and Lily to join her.

Yaz climbed out, holding Lily’s hand, but as she turned toward Frances, she noticed the worried expression.

"What if someone recognizes me?" Frances whispered, her voice edged with anxiety. "You know...with..." she nodded slightly towards Lily

Without missing a beat, Yaz smirked. She reached for the silk scarf tied loosely around Frances’s neck, untying it with a flourish.

"What are you doing?" Frances asked, giggling as Yaz swung the scarf around her head like a hairband.

"Hang on," Yaz said, diving back into the car. She emerged with a pair of oversized sunglasses from the dashboard and placed them firmly on Frances’s face.

"There. You’re sorted," Yaz said with a wink, stepping back to admire her work.

Frances shook her head, laughing. "You’re absolutely crazy."

"And you need to relax," Yaz quipped, her grin wide. She reached down to take Lily’s hand.

"I need to go to the bathroom," Lily announced matter-of-factly.

"Me too. Let’s go together," Yaz said, smiling warmly at the little girl.

As the two walked toward the dinner, Yaz glanced over her shoulder with a teasing smirk at Frances. Frances sighed, shaking her head as she followed them toward the entrance.

The golden light from the diner’s neon sign reflected in the windows as laughter echoed among them. For a moment, Frances felt a rare sense of freedom.


.....



The trio stepped into the dinner, greeted by the warm hum of conversation, the sizzle of a griddle, and the soft melodies of a jukebox playing in the corner. The air smelled of fried bacon, fresh coffee, and sizzling burgers. A bell jingled as the door swung shut behind them,

"We're gonna look for the bathroom" Yaz said

"I'll take her" Frances suggested

"It's fine, I need to go as well. Find us a nice table"

"Alright then" she agreed. Her eyes scanning the place as the girls left.

She found a perfect free spot in the corner. The booth was upholstered in red vinyl, the material slightly cracked in places from years of wear. A table, shiny but well-used, sat in the center, flanked by a small chrome napkin dispenser and a bottle of ketchup. She slid into the booth and picked up the menu, her fingers tracing the edges absently. After a few moments, she paused, feeling slightly ridiculous, and pulled off her sunglasses with a soft sigh. Tossing them to the side, she refocused her attention on scanning the food choices with renewed determination.

Lily slipped her hand into Yaz’s as they stepped out of the bathroom, the small gesture speaking volumes about the comfort and trust Lily already felt around her. Yaz's heart melted at the touch, her chest tightening with a deep affection for the little girl.

Lily’s eyes sparkled with excitement, darting around the room as she absorbed the vibrant details of her new surroundings she’s never seen before. Every sight, every sound seemed to captivate her, filling her with awe.

“What’s that?” Lily asked, pointing toward the corner by the entrance, where a brightly lit machine stood.

Yaz followed her gaze and smiled. “That’s a jukebox, hun. It plays music. Wanna see how it works?”

Lily nodded eagerly, her curiosity pulling her closer to the intriguing machine. Yaz led her over, crouching beside her as Lily leaned forward to peek inside, her small hands pressed to the glass.

“It works like this,” Yaz explained, pointing to the rows of song titles displayed in neat columns. “You pick a song, pop a coin in here, and it’ll play it for you.” She fished for a coin from her pocket and handed it to Lily. “Wanna try?”

"Yes please" she nodded, her face lit up

"So, which song do you like?"

"Rock Around The Clock"

"Okay" Yaz raised an eyebrow in surprise "I like your style"

Lily burst out in giggles

The girls came back giggling, obviously in a good mood. Lily slid into the booth next to her mother, her eyes wide as she stared at the diner’s colorful details and advertisements for cola and milkshakes adorning the walls.

"What are you two giggling about?" Frances asked intrigued

"Yaz showed me how to use the jukebox," Lily explained, her voice bubbling with excitement.

"And the kid’s got style," Yaz said with a grin, nodding toward the jukebox. "That’s the song she picked."

Frances’s eyes widened as she let out a warm laugh. "You picked that? You really do have style, girl!"

Lily just giggled, her cheeks turning pink, as Frances smiled proudly.

"I also showed her the grill, she's fascinated" Yaz smiled sliding into the booth opposite them. "I think she's sold on a burger"

"Yeah?" Frances asked and Lily shook her head satisfied "Alright then, you have several options, let's see what you like" she put the menu in front of her "Which one do you like?"

Lily held the menu in her small hands, her brow furrowed in concentration. She traced the words with her finger, her lips silently forming each one. Frances watched her patiently, a gentle smile on her face as Lily hesitated.

“Take your time, sweetheart,” Frances said softly, leaning in just enough to offer support without making her feel pressured.

Lily squinted, tilting her head. “Cheese... bu-ger... no, burger,” she mumbled, stumbling over the syllables. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced up nervously at Frances.

“You’re doing great, darling,” Frances encouraged, her voice warm and steady. “And you’re right, it says ‘cheeseburger.’ Do you think that sounds yummy?”

Lily bit her lip, her small fingers tapping the laminated menu. “I don’t know what it tastes like...”

"Well, it’s a sandwich with a beef patty, melted cheese, pickles, tomatoes, and this really tasty mayo sauce. We can order some fries too if you like?

Lily’s face brightened at the description. “Okay,” she said hesitantly.

"Want me to read what the others are?"

"No... I like that one" she pointed at the menu

“Alright baby.”

Yaz, watching the exchange from the other side of the table, gave Lily an encouraging thumbs-up. “Good pick, Lily. Cheeseburgers are the best.”

Lily giggled wiggling in the seat, her confidence growing, she proudly handed the menu back to Frances.

The waitress, a woman in her mid-40s with a friendly smile and lipstick matching her uniform perfectly, approached the table holding a small notepad.

“Afternoon, ladies! Welcome to Joe’s Dinner. What can I get y’all today? Coffee to start, or are you ready to dive right in?” Her tone was warm and conversational, with just the right amount of cheer to make them feel at home.

Frances hesitated, glancing at the menu. “She's having Cheeseburger with fries, children's portion please. She doesn't like onions, so if you could leave that out, please."

"No problem ma'am"

"I need some more time" Frances turned to Yaz

"Okay...I’ll have the same please" Yaz said winking at Lily with a grin.

Frances sighed, surrendering with a small laugh. "Alright. I’ll take the cheeseburger as well, please."

"Good choice," the waitress said, jotting it down. "And to drink?"

"What will you have darling?" Frances asked

"Chocolate milkshake!" Lily said, practically bouncing in her seat.

"Coke please," Yaz added

"Coffee for me," Frances said, smiling politely.

The waitress nodded and disappeared toward the kitchen.

"Milkshake and a burger? " Frances laughed "Sure you got enough room for all that?"

Lily giggled nodding satisfied

"Alright" Frances shrugged “If you say so”

As they waited, the diner bustled around them. A group of teenagers in letterman jackets and poodle skirts filled another booth, laughing loudly as they shared a basket of fries. A trucker sat at the counter, his cap pushed back as he chatted with the cook flipping burgers on the griddle.

Yaz leaned back, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched Frances absently adjust her scarf. "You fit right in," she teased.

Frances chuckled softly. "Shut up!" she giggled opening the map "So, we got three more hours to the hotel. I just need to fill up the gas."

"Sounds like a plan...I will have to go shopping when we arrive, I need to get few bits and pieces, I just haven't had time"

"Yeah sure, you'll see...It's a small town but it's got everything"

"Mummy, where are we going?" Lily asked curious

Before Frances could answer, the waitress returned with their drinks. The milkshake came in tall, frosted glasses with whipped cream piled high and topped with maraschino cherrie. Lily's face lit up as she took her first sip, the straw clinking against the glass.

“Oh my God, look at that,” Frances giggled.

“Yum!” Lily declared, her voice muffled by the straw as she beamed at her milkshake.

The waitress lingered for a moment, then hesitated before leaning closer to Frances, her voice barely above a whisper. “Excuse me, miss Louise … Could you please… I’d really appreciate it…” She handed Frances a small notebook and pen, her eyes wide with hope.

Frances froze, her gaze darting to Yaz, unsure of what to say. “Uh… I—”

“Oh my God, Jenny… not again,” Yaz interjected with a laugh. “She’s not Frances Louise,” she said smoothly, her tone light and convincing.

The waitress blinked, startled. “Oh… I’m so sorry ma'am I thought...”

“That’s alright,” Yaz said, brushing it off with a smile. “She gets it all the time.” She turned to Frances with a conspiratorial grin.

Lily, sitting between them, looked utterly baffled. She opened her mouth to protest, but Frances quickly squeezed her hand, smiling reassuringly. Lily frowned, clearly confused but staying quiet.

The waitress looked between them, still trying to make sense of it. “I’m so sorry! You just look so much like her…”

Frances, now regaining her composure, smiled warmly. “It’s okay. No harm done.”

“The resemblance is just… unbelievable,” the waitress murmured, still a little flustered.

“I know, right?” Frances said with a grin.

“Bet you feel flattered, huh?” the waitress chuckled nervously.

Frances bit back a laugh and nodded. “Yep, for sure.”

“Well, enjoy your meal, ma’am,” the waitress said, her cheeks pink. “Sorry to bother you!”

“It’s no bother,” Frances replied with a kind smile.

As the waitress walked away, Frances turned to Yaz, raising an eyebrow. “Jenny? Really?”

Yaz shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “You’re welcome.”

"You're just nuts!" Frances shook her head laughing

Lily, still confused, looked up at Frances. "Mummy...But you are Frances?”

Frances leaned in, brushing Lily’s hair back with a soft smile. “Just playing a little game, darling. I’ll explain later.”

Lily seemed to accept this and went back to her milkshake, “I like Jenny!” she declared

Yaz and Frances both burst out in uncontrollable laughter.

“I don’t believe this,” Frances said between chuckles, covering her face.

“See? Even Lily approves,” Yaz said, smirking triumphantly.

Frances shook her head, her laughter fading into a smile. “That poor woman…I feel so bad turning her down”

"Her name's Grace, you can mail her something signed once we return...Just address it to this place" Yaz suggested

"Oh my god, I didn’t even think about that..." Frances said thrilled with the idea "What great idea darling"

"There we go…sorted." Yaz winked leaning into her seat

....

The road stretched ahead, a ribbon of asphalt winding through darkened forests and rolling hills. The car’s headlights cut through the night, illuminating glimpses of towering trees and the occasional reflective road sign. The moon hung low, its pale light casting silvery glows on the surrounding landscape, while the soft hum of crickets filled the air whenever Frances cracked the window.

Inside the car, a mellow tune played from the radio, its soothing melody keeping her company in the quiet hours. Frances’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, her eyes focused on the road but heavy with exhaustion. Behind her, Yaz and Lily had drifted off.

Frances stifled a yawn, rolling her shoulders to shake off the fatigue creeping in. Her body ached from almost nine hours behind the wheel, and she craved nothing more than to stretch her legs and feel the hot spray of a shower wash away the weariness. The thought of sinking into a soft bed after a long day kept her going, even as her eyelids threatened to droop.

The forest began to thin, giving way to open fields dotted with the faint silhouettes of barns and cottages. The distant lights of a small town flickered like fireflies, a beacon signaling that their destination was close. Frances took a deep breath, willing herself to push through these last miles.

.....

As the car rumbled down the quiet, dimly lit road, the glow of neon signs flickered from a few nearby businesses, casting a soft, colorful light on the roadside. Frances slowed the car, her tired eyes scanning the simple motor court ahead. The sign above the entrance read “Pine View Motor Court,” glowing in warm shades of red and green. The place was quiet, the evening air crisp and still.

The motor court was one of those quaint, no-frills spots, just a collection of small, single-story cottages arranged in a neat row, each with a small parking space in front. The glow of the porch lights illuminated the cobblestone walkway leading up to the small office at the center. Frances could see the silhouette of a man standing behind the counter, the dim light from inside casting his shadow on the glass window. It looked like a place where weary travelers could find rest for the night, away from the bustling crowds.

Frances glanced over at Yaz, who had already slipped into a quiet, exhausted sleep with her head resting gently on the seat, her hand still resting on Lily. The little girl, deeply asleep, lay with her head on Yaz’s lap, her tiny face relaxed and peaceful.

"Stay here, love," Frances whispered softly, unbuckling her seatbelt. She reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair from Yaz’s face, watching both of them for a moment, a tender smile on her lips. Then, she opened the car door, the cool night air rushing in.

She stepped out and walked toward the office. The man behind the counter looked up as she approached, his tired eyes widening for a split second. But he didn’t say anything, simply greeting her with a nod.

Frances cleared her throat and gave a pleasant smile, making sure to keep her voice calm and controlled, just another weary traveler. “Good evening,” she said, leaning over the counter slightly.

"Evening, ma’am. How can I help you?" the man asked, his voice soft but polite.

“We have a room booked for the night,” she said, her gaze briefly flickering over to the small stack of keys resting on the counter "Under the name Margaret Bennett.”

He nodded, seemingly confused by the name but said nothing glancing at the reservations, then pulled a key from the stack and handed it to her. “Room 4. You’ll find it just a little further down,” he added, pointing to the row of small cottages. “We’re on the quiet side tonight, so you’ll have plenty of peace.”

“Thank you,” Frances said, taking the key from him and giving a polite nod.

"Enjoy your stay ma'am" he smiled, his eyes scanning the flashy car parked in front of the office.

"I'm sure we will " She smiled on a way out and walked back to the car.

Her footsteps echoing softly in the silence of the night. As she slid into the driver’s seat, she glanced back at Yaz and Lily, still sound asleep and took a deep breath, then started the car. Not far away, at the very end of the pathway, she found the number and carefully parked in front of the small, cozy cottage they’d be staying in for the night. She pulled up to a spot beside the hut, just close enough that they could unload without much effort.

The warm glow from the porch light spilled out into the night, casting a welcoming, soft light that made the small place feel like a peaceful retreat from the long drive. Frances cut the engine, then sat in the stillness for a moment, letting the quiet of the night wash over her.

With a soft sigh, she opened the car door and went around to the back, carefully pulling open the trunk and grabbing a couple of bags. She moved swiftly, but quietly, so as not to disturb the peaceful moment between Yaz and Lily.

Then, as if by some silent understanding, she reached in to gently wake Yaz. “We’re here love,” Frances whispered softly, nudging her with a light touch.

Yaz stirred, blinking up at Frances as her eyes slowly adjusted to the soft light around them. “Already?” she asked sleepily then looked down to Lily who was still asleep.

“You’ve been asleep for an hour,” Frances replied, her lips curling into a smile. “Come on, let’s get inside. It’s been a long day.”

Frances gently shook Lily awake, her voice soft and warm, "Lily, sweetie, we’re here."

Lily stirred, her sleepy eyes blinking against the fading light. She yawned, still half in a dreamlike haze, rubbing her eyes as her little body shifted in the seat. “Huh? We here?”

“Yes, darling. Time to wake up,” Frances said, brushing a few strands of hair from Lily's face with a tender smile.

With a soft, sleepy murmur, Lily slowly climbed out of the car, her movements sluggish, still caught in the fog of sleep. She stretched and yawned again, her tiny frame looking all the more fragile in the dim light.

"Come on sleepy head" Frances chuckled scooping her up into her arms. Lily’s small legs instinctively wrapped around Frances’s waist, her arms draped loosely over her shoulders.

"Too much excitement for one day" Yaz chuckled

"Yap..." Frances laughed

Lily’s head rested against her shoulder, and her eyes drooped again, too tired to keep them open for long.

They stepped inside the small, dimly lit cabin, the faint scent of pine greeted them. The space was cozy and compact, with walls made of rough-hewn wooden planks that had taken on a warm, golden hue in the soft light. The main room was simple but functional, with a double bed covered in a faded floral quilt that looked well-loved. A small dresser sat against the far wall, its surface decorated with a few mismatched items. The floor was lined with a threadbare rug, and a tiny kitchenette with a small stove and a sink nestled into one corner. There was a small table with four chairs near the window, which framed the darkening sky outside. A small lamp cast a warm glow, illuminating the room just enough to make it feel inviting and homely.

"Wow, it’s so cute," Yaz said, stepping inside and looking around with a smile. Her eyes scanned the room, noting the simple charm of the place.

"I was hoping you’re gonna like it." Frances smiled at Yaz's comment, as she carefully took off Lily’s shoes and began pulling her little socks off. The little girl mumbled softly, still drowsy, but Frances gently coaxed her into sitting up. "Alright, darling, let’s get you into your pajamas...I think you’re way too tired for a shower" she chuckled.

Lily, barely awake, blinked up at Frances through sleepy eyes. She swayed a little, her tiny frame unsteady as she clutched onto her mother for support as Frances guided her into the loose, cotton pajama top and bottoms.

Yaz leaned against the doorframe, her hands casually stuffed in her pockets. “She looks like she’s about to melt into that bed,” she remarked with a soft chuckle.

“She’s gonna be asleep before she even knows it.” Frances brushed some hair from Lily’s forehead and gently kissed her cheek. “Are you hungry, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice gentle, knowing how easily Lily could lose herself in a daze when she was tired.

Lily’s eyes fluttered, "No" she shook her head slightly, her sleepy gaze drifting to the bed.

Frances chuckled quietly, brushing her hand over Lily’s hair. “Alright then, love. Let’s get you tucked in.”

....

The sound of running water filled the small hut, the steam rising and the warmth of the shower soaking into Frances’s tired muscles. She closed her eyes, letting the soothing cascade of water wash away the exhaustion from the long drive. The day had been long, but it felt like the moment she stepped into the shower, everything slowed down. The heat of the water relaxed her, easing the tension that had built up in her shoulders and neck.

Meanwhile, in the cozy kitchen area, Yaz had already slipped into her pajamas, her favorite soft, loose-fitting ones, and a soft pale blue dressing gown with three-quarter sleeves. She stood by the stove, stirring a steaming mug of tea, the aroma filling the room. The calming rhythm of preparing tea was something Yaz often did to unwind, especially after a day like today. Her mind drifted to the quiet evening ahead, the peacefulness of the moment enveloping her.

The sound of the bathroom door opening broke her thoughts. Frances stepped out, her hair still tied into a scarf tied into a bow in top of her head, her dressing gown loosely tied around her body, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked over at their daughter. Lily was sound asleep, curled up on the bed in a way that made Frances’s heart swell with affection. The sight of her little girl so peaceful was a welcome reprieve after the day’s journey.

Frances hesitated for a moment, taking in the calmness of the room, before her gaze shifted back to Yaz. Without a word, she moved closer to her, the quiet intimacy of the moment settling between them. She brushed her hands gently down Yaz’s arms kissing the side of her neck, a soft, tender touch that made Yaz smile.

“You look better,” she said turning around, her voice warm as she handed Frances the cup of tea “The shower must’ve been nice.”

"Thank you darling...It was heaven" she leaned in and kissing Yaz lightly, a soft and loving gesture before she pulled back, her eyes sparkling with affection.

Yaz grinned, looking past Frances to where Lily lay asleep on the bed.

Frances chuckled softly, her eyes following Yaz’s. “She’s checked out, don’t worry” she said with a playful grin

“Probably dreaming about milkshakes and burgers” Yaz laughed, shaking her head as she sipped her tea.

Frances set her tea down on the counter, her hand reaching out to find Yaz’s. Her fingers brushing against hers before intertwining, gently playing with them as her lips curled into a soft smile.

"What?" Yaz giggled

The quiet hum of slow music drifted from the radio, filling the small cabin with a warm intimacy.

With a gentle tug, Frances pulled Yaz closer, her arms slipping around her waist.

"What are you doing?" Yaz chuckled

"I need a cuddle" Frances murmured resting her head on Yaz’s shoulder, swaying them in sync with the melody enjoying few moments of tenderness in a quiet of the night.

Yaz’s arms wrapped around her, her head leaning against hers, and for a while, they simply moved together in the soft rhythm of their tender dance.

"This is so perfect" Frances murmured into her shoulder.

Yaz didn’t say anything, just held her closer kissing a side of her head

After a few moments, Frances lifted her head, her hazel eyes meeting Yaz’s with a quiet affection. She leaned in, her nose brushing gently over Yaz’s in a playful gesture before capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Their lips melting together slowly and gently.

The peaceful stillness was broken by a small mumble from the bed. Both women froze, turning their heads to see Lily stir in her sleep. She shifted slightly, mumbling incoherent words before settling back into quiet slumber, her tiny body curled up under the blanket.

They broke into quiet giggles, their foreheads resting together as their laughter faded into soft smiles.

“I think we should do the same,” Yaz whispered with a chuckle, her voice warm and low.

Frances leaned back against her shoulder, her smile still lingering “Maybe we should,” she murmured, though she seemed reluctant to let the moment end.

......