Phaedra fumbled in her purse, fished for her pocketbook and took out a five dollar bill which she handed to Ari.  “Oh we’re doing very well, thank you for asking,” she smiled.  “We found a place across town, and Ky found a job.  I—well, I’m studying for my license.”  She was<em>supposed</em>to be studying, but she was playing--- what was the word? Hooky?<br/><br/><br/>When Ari dropped the cup and Rex started picking up the pieces, she reached out, her empath unable to keep from sensing the swift, powerful spike of pain from the other woman, and touched Ari’s trembling hand.  “You’re not well,” she whispered so that only Ari could hear, eyes wide in concern.<br/>