Malice Masterpieces

by K'Anne Meinel

  She knew immediately that Kit had been in there. “Kit,” she said in a warning voice and the little girl looked up from the dining room table where she had been coloring. Alice looked down the stairs at her with a stern look and Kathy looked up from where she had just signed into her laptop. “Didn’t I ask you not to ever come into my office?” Alice asked down at her and Kit immediately looked shamed faced.

  Kathy looked at her daughter and realized what must be going on immediately. “Kit, what did you do?” she asked.

  “I just pretended,” Kit said in a little girl’s voice.

  Alice was annoyed, her office was important to her in more ways than they could imagine. It was bad enough having to pick up after Kit all the time but to have her inner sanctum invaded annoyed the hell out of her. She tried to keep that annoyance out of her voice as she asked, “But didn’t I ask you not to come into my office, that these were expensive computers and my work?”

  Kit nodded contritely. “I’m sorry, I didn’t take anything, I just pretended to type,” she answered still in the little girl’s voice.

  Alice heart wanted to melt but the mess in her office wasn’t just ‘pretending to type’ and she hated the feeling she had had for days. They had no idea what she had been through and indirectly on their behalf. She couldn’t share it with them of course but she was still tired, very annoyed, and anxious about the outcome.

  “Kit,” Kathy said sharply. “You don’t go in Alice’s office, ever, do you understand me!?”

  The little girl nodded sadly and Alice sighed as she exchanged a look with Kathy. Still annoyed Alice turned and went into her office. She turned on her computers and began her day.

  First thing she checked was the news and still nothing was reported about Eli Watson, not on the national front and nothing in the Portland area. She checked his finances and everything was wiped out. She checked her dummy accounts and they were all clean or gone. She checked real accounts and saw the money she now had under her control. But nothing told her that Eli Watson was out of action or even aware of his losses, both real and figuratively. It was very frustrating.

  It wasn’t until that night on the late night news as Kathy snuggled up to her and they watched that finally there was something that even made the Los Angeles news, “A man has been arrested in the Portland area for allegedly keeping women captive in his basement. Three women managed to escape and make it to a local hospital where police say their amazing stories tell of brutality, rape, and kidnapping. A fourth woman was found in the basement at the time of his arrest. No information on the identity of the man or his victims has been released pending an investigation.” The news story went on into a story of white slavery and only Alice realized that justice had been served, that perhaps Kathy was safe finally in her arms. Whispering naughty things into Kathy’s ear had them both sneaking up the stairs to Alice’s bedroom to celebrate her return and more.

  ~The End~

  If you have enjoyed Malice Masterpieces The First Five Books, you’ll look forward to K’Anne Meinel’s splendid and unforgettable first novel:

  SHIPS

  CompanionSHIP, FriendSHIP, RelationSHIP

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  SHIPS

  CompanionSHIP, FriendSHIP, RelationSHIP

  ~ CHAPTER 1 ~

  Have you ever met a person that you just were so in synch with? You knew immediately that they were someone special for you? Would you know how lucky you were? Would you know they were the one?

  Joan was sitting at the convention, yawning. It’s been a very busy day. Signing prints, shaking hands, listening to conversations until her ears rang. It is already 4 o’clock. One more hour and she is released from this prison. Her manager comes up with another print to be signed. Sitting there at the table she glances around. Her booth comprises a 40’ wall of her various prints. She has more but they wouldn’t fit on a 40’ wall. Her originals fetch six figures sometimes, most only five figures. More than enough to make her life comfortable and indulge in more painting at her leisure. More paintings meant more prints and more money, a vicious, comfortable cycle

  As it is the end of the day there are less people viewing the various artist’s prints and collections. Her booth is on a corner at the end of the row. First or last depending on where you started in the convention center. Looking around Joan notices a tall blonde woman viewing the only three originals she brought with her to this show. They are new. Not in the catalogs or on the internet yet. The prints are in the works so she can now sell the originals.

  This woman obviously likes what she sees as she is smiling and looks as though she is talking to herself, not aloud but nodding to her own thoughts. Intrigued Joan rises and walks over to the woman. Standing out of the woman’s way but in her line of vision Joan gives her a little smile. The woman turns her full attention on Joan and returns the smile.

  “So what do you think?” Joan asks with a little nod towards the three new paintings.

  Turning back to them the woman answers, “Intriguing. I could get lost in the daydreams that that one creates.” She indicates the one with pink and blue clouds and cream. In fact that’s its title: Clouds and Cream.

  Remembering its creation, Joan nods and examines it too. It does have that effect. You look into it and begin daydreaming immediately. For every person its different dreams yet the same effect.

  “Good thoughts I hope,” Joan answers.

  “Very,” comes the quick answer.

  Looking on to the other prints the woman begins discussing the merits of some. Many seem to interest her. Her knowledge of the prints is very good. She indicates a couple that she has copies of. Chatting with her Joan realizes this woman must be a collector. They talk about almost all the prints displayed before Joan introduces herself.

  “I could sign your prints if you’d like,” she offers.

  Amazed the woman turns to her and says, “YOU’RE the artist?”

  Not sure if she should be insulted or not Joan nods and gives a tight little smile.

  “How wonderful!” The woman exclaims. “I’ve often wondered about the person behind these creations. I’ve seen your catalog and it makes me want more of them.”

  Genuine enthusiasm makes Joan relax. They continue chatting about the various paintings and the stories behind some of them. Examining the woman, Joan wonders what it is about her that makes it so easy to talk about her paintings. It is a very personal thing to most artists.

  Joan looks at her as with an artist’s eye. The woman stands about 5’9”. Her hair is blonde and streaked with lighter blonde; a typical site in California for this time. It looks like she has a nice perm in it. It falls to just below her shoulders. She has the sides pulled back with clips revealing small diamonds in her ears and an ear clip on the left one. She is wearing an off white pantsuit with a baby blue blouse. The blazer fits her beautifully. She carries herself well. Her eyes are brown and twinkling, her nose long and narrow. Her mouth not too thin but definitely not lush. Her face is lightly made up. She is very easy to talk too. Before Joan realizes it they are announcing over the loudspeakers that the day at the art show is over.

  Joan’s manager comes over for a couple of last minute signatures and she complies. The manager then begins to drape their booth with the protective drop clothes. Joan helps and the job is finished quickly. Saying, see ya later, the manager departs. The woman Joan has been speaking with is still standing there watching Joan.

  “Would you like to catch a cup of coffee, dinner, or something?” The woman asks.

  “I don’t drink coffee or tea either for that matter,” Joan grins, “But dinner sounds great!” Nodding her head in approval. She has enjoyed the conversation with this woman over the last hour or so.

  The woman introduces herself. “I’m Grace Monroe by the way, Dr. Grace Monroe.”

  Holding out her hand Joan says, “Joan Woods, artist extraordinaire.” Startled that she has been talking with a doctor a
ll this time.

  Grinning Grace takes her hand, her face lights up in an elfin grin. There is a spark that both of them feel. Neither let’s go but startled glances are exchanged. The tingle goes all the way up their arms. The handshake goes on a moment longer than necessary before they both realize. Turning, they head for the exit at the end of the convention center.

  Along the way they chat about other artists and their works. As they reach the parking garage Grace asks, “Would you like to take your car or mine? Or would you like to go over to one of the hotels?” Her head indicates towards the Hyatt in front of the convention center entrance.

  “I’ve been using taxis to get around this time. I’m staying at the hotel,” Joan answers.

  “Then you’re probably sick of hotel food. Let me take you to a good restaurant I know.”

  Grace leads Joan to a sleek forest green Jaguar coupe. Admiring it, Joan catches Graces eye. Grace is grinning like a Cheshire cat. “My one indulgence,” she states. Once more Joan is taken by the elfin grin she sees. Pressing her key button the doors unlock for her and they get in. Grace drives smoothly out of the parking garage and to the payment kiosk. Shaking her head as it cost $10 just for parking she says, “What a crime!” Turning to Joan she explains that a family could never indulge itself going to a convention and having to pay the expensive fees that they require and forget trying to eat there too. It unfortunately keeps the masses away from things like this. The sleek car pulls out onto Harbor Blvd. and away from the convention center. Grace and Joan continue chatting as though they are old friends. They pull into a nice hole in the wall restaurant a few minutes later. “They have great steak,” Grace states.

  Going inside it’s apparent it’s a reservations only restaurant but Grace is spotted and immediately seated. A lot of “Yes, Doctor, How are you Doctor,” goes on as they are seated.

  Impressed despite herself Joan asks, “They know you?” Her right eyebrow rises a little with the question and the small grin on her face makes the sarcasm funny.

  Slightly blushing Grace explains that she knows the owner and his family. That she has helped them periodically.

  “What kind of doctor are you?” Joan asks.

  “I’m a psychiatrist. I work at U.C. Irvine over in Orange.”

  Immediately uncomfortable, Joan just sits there. Noting her silence and her obvious distress Grace asks, “Is something wrong?”

  “No offense, but psychiatrists and psychologist have always made me uncomfortable.”

  “Really? Me too. Do you know why?” At Joan’s shake of the head she continues, “Well we’ve been talking for over an hour now and you’ve been fine. Is it just the title or something else do you think?” Joan shrugs and tries to relax.

  The waiter hurries over and takes their order. Joan orders a salad with no dressing but extra croutons. Then for the main course she orders soup and fruit. Grace orders a steak, baked potato, and green beans.

  “You don’t eat meat?” She asks Joan.

  Joan explains that she has trouble if she doesn’t watch her diet. Sticking to fruits, vegetables, and light meats keeps her system in balance. No weight gain and everything runs smoothly.

  With a few glasses of wine Joan relaxes and realized that Grace is probably right. The title psychiatrist is probably what was bothering her. Grace turns out to be a very wonderful person. They talk not only about art but medicine, history, and a variety of other subjects. Before they know it is 8 o’clock. They even had desert but they are tying up one of the tables.

  Both are reluctant to end their conversation. Their blooming friendship was something both wish to pursue and it was apparent to both. There was also a subtle tension building in the air. Grace offered a suggestion, “I’ve been invited to a party, would you be interested in going?”

  “I don’t think I’m properly dressed,” Joan responded, indicating her flowing outfit. She was dressed ‘artsy’. Her brown hair with its red highlights was long and flowing to below her waist. She isn’t tall but has a fine figure. A high bust with wide shoulders and a muscular look to it. Her waist is trim.

  “Believe me, you’re fine. It’s just some friends of mine and they won’t care if you come half dressed.” Hesitating a moment she added, “Well, maybe the half-dressed part they would mind. But not in a bad way,” she mused. They shared a laugh as they walked back to the Jaguar. Chatting about friends and their idiosyncrasies their conversation continued.

  Grace headed the Jaguar back down Harbor Boulevard towards the convention center and past it heading in the other direction, further into Anaheim. Pulling through a residential area she parked in front of an old house that had been converted into apartments. You could see people were already there as several were standing on the steps with beers in their hands. As Grace and Joan walked up they parted to let them into the front door of the house. Taking their jackets was a guy that looked vaguely familiar to Joan. Grace led them into the living room to meet their host. People were sitting around on everything available - couches, the chairs, the tables, a few on the floors. Some were standing and chatting. The room was fairly full.

  Suddenly a voice aimed directly at them, “GRACE!” A short black headed woman with a very short haircut came towards them. Her face was the palest of white and she wore bright red lipstick. Her black hair was shaved as a man’s on the sides and she had a braided pony tail down the back. Her black hair was matched by black eyes; a very striking person. She was dressed in jeans and a tight sweater. Holding out her arms for a hug she grabbed Grace close. Joan looked on in amusement. Something she had noticed earlier finally making itself clear. Most of the people at this party were or had to be gay. Not that gays give off any strange vibes but just how they were behaving and looked made things apparent to Joan. The woman talking to Grace seemed vaguely familiar. When Grace turned to introduce Joan the woman surprised both of them by interrupting with, “JOAN? My god I haven’t seen you in like 20 years!”

  Surprised Joan looked closer. Thinking back 20 years to when she would know this woman. Indeed she did know her. They had worked together at a parts supply house.

  “JO! Oh my goodness. I never thought I’d see you again. This is your house?” Joanne was a close friend once, one alienated by Joan’s ex-husband.

  Grace was amazed that they knew each other. Further explanations revealed how they knew each other, how Grace and Joan had met.

  Joanne pulled Joan over to others at the party. She knew several people, stunned to see them again after so long a time had passed. She saw Tina, Addie, and Ken, the guy who had taken her coat. All gay friends from the parts store. Another friend, Tracey, who hung out with all of them - straight and wild. Due to her relationship with her ex she hadn’t seen them forever. Thrilled they all talked and caught up. Grace stood back and listened.

  Joan explained what she had been up to. She was divorced. Gave up on the parts house as it was a nowhere job. Went back to school. Raised the boys. There were three of them now. The friends were amazed as Joan had been the least likely to have children. They were all so excited to catch up. As parties go, this one went on and Grace wandered off to different friends and groups. She knew most everyone in the house. During the course of the evening Joanne and Joan found themselves alone and talking.

  “I always wondered what happened with you,” Joanne stated.

  “I looked for you but by the time I was free to do so, I couldn’t find a Joanne Chavez in the book. No one knew where you were either and I couldn’t find the others either.” Joan indicated Tina, Addie, Tracey, and Ken.

  “Was it hard?” Jo asked.

  Joan immediately knew what she meant; her marriage to Craig. It had been awful. They were young and Craig somehow made everything her fault. They were poor but he made it worse with his irresponsibility. Nodding in answer she took another gulp of her wine. Looking around for Grace absentmindedly. She saw her ensconced in a very undignified bean bag chair in the corner, surrounded by people all talking loudly. />
  Jo noted where her eyes had strayed. “You know she’s gay don’t you?”

  Turning back to Joanne, Joan answered, “Yes, I’d have to be pretty obtuse not to realize that at this point.”

  “And you two just met today? Joan nodded. “I thought you were straight?”

  “I am.”

  “Then what be haps here?”

  Smiling at the funky way of asking. Joan shook her head. “I don’t know to be honest. I just don’t know.” Looking again at the corner where Grace was she was in time to catch her eye and exchange a smile. One of those party smiles. Yes, I know where you are, Yes, I’m having a good time too.

  It was about 11 o’clock when Grace came searching for Joan. Joan had met some of the most interesting people. Not just the few people she knew but others she had talked with, debated with, exchanged information with. Several were invited down to the convention. It was a relief finally to stop talking. She’d seen Grace around the party too they’d exchanged looks a few times. It was odd how intense those looks were.

  “Hey you, are you about ready to go?” Grace asked.

  Smiling Joan nodded. They headed for Joanne and a last goodbye. Stay in touch. Don’t let it be so long. Joan gave Joanne and the other four one of her cards with her email address on it. Hugging each of them goodbye.

  Grace helped her on with her coat and they walked out of the house. The immediate silence was loud. Almost overwhelming. They got into the car and just sat for a minute.

  “That was odd,” Grace indicated the house with a nod of her head.

  “Yes, wasn’t it though. I haven’t seen those people for ages. I missed them.” Joan answered with a little smile.