<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/7297/tzuhccaneoolbdb6g.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Steffy – CC</span></strong></div></div>So there’s a Lydia who I don’t know from way back or even now.  This is news that’s fit to print from someone I’ve seen but don’t know either.  I nod noncommittally.  “Busted and bike stolen.  Got it.”<br/><br/>As I face the disappointment of not getting some rhubarb sloshed in the vodka, I offer to the Corona girl, “Steffy’s the name, . . . you are?”    To say that feels rather detective-ish (noire style).<br/><br/>A three-way of sorts going, a mini-mystery of sorts is offered by Mechelle.  “A package that I assume is not ticking delivered for me here?”  Is this a ‘tease’ since I’ve not been in for a while?  I remain very noire to see what’s next.<br/>