After the night she had and after sneaking back into her room at the Dogwood Plantation, she hoped that during her stay nothing happened to that tree, it was a lifesaver, she thought about the man she had met the other day, and his offer. Of course, Georgia Grace, wouldn’t make such a decision without checking with Cooper first. She might claim out loud she wasn’t still completely wrapped up in him, her actions could scream the opposite, but she knew it, knew it to her bones that she still had the softest spot this side of the Mason Dixon line for one Cooper Allen Pickett the Fourth.
That’s why after she got back inside, and had stripped off her black cowboy boots once more, along with the blue jeans, a pair that had yet to meet the scissors, her socks had already been discarded, she laid on her stomach on the bed. Phone in hand, part of her felt guilty and didn’t want to leave him a message, but she knew if she didn’t do it, that she never would. She thought about leaving a voice message but the phone would have to ring first, and if he hadn’t turned off his ringer, calling him at this time of night, he might think something was wrong. She did not need him all worried that something was wrong with Marie Michelle’s daughter. A text it would be. Her finger’s flew over the keys, rather quickly, before reading it over and then hitting the send button. The last bit was added without a thought.
Coop - When you get time, I have someone I want you to meet, might be able to help with my momma’s case. Love- Georgia Grace
[ Because things have been crazier than hell on Halloween and I've been dragging on the Live Via Satellite thread, I've put this text before that in Coop's time line. Hope you don't mind. ]
Worried that she'd wake him? Wasn't that a funny thing, considering C.A. was still at the office doing a bit of light reading. If you considered a book on Zoanthropic psychology light reading, a selection he'd picked to prepare for his appearance on Anderson Cooper the next night. When his phone buzzed he tossed the book on his desk, and after giving a gander at the message Georgia Grace had just sent he pushed his chair back and headed out to Casey Mae's desk. Tossing two of that damned woman's home and garden magazines aside, he unearthed the office calendar and flipped to tomorrow.
Come by at 2pm sharp, was the text Georgia Grace got back. He had a full roster tomorrow, but considering this was about her momma, he'd have rescheduled a lunch with Jesus Christ himself if he needed to.
