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Winifred "Fred" Burkle (i_figure) wrote in we_coexist,

"It's short for 'Winifred.' Guess I seem more 'Fred' than 'Winifred.'" Her Texan accent might have been a little thicker for the moment. There were many possible reasons, but none she'd share right off with a stranger. "Someone thought it fit a long time ago." She shrugged and let the coffee start brewing as she dug through the fridge, pulling out the small container of cream.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any thing to go with the coffee. But, I do have cream." She held up the small carton and set it by the two waiting mugs.

"Maybe you don't need a detective." She motioned to the couch. "Have a seat? Maybe you need something else. And was she blond, bout this tall.." Veronica was a little shorter than Fred. "And seemed perky, a little perky? Almost as chatty as me?" She knew she talked a lot.

"I know her. Or I knew her. If it's who I think it is." She sat on one end of the couch. Her smile was soft, understanding. "We help people here. It doesn't have to be supernatural, or mysterious. Helping is helping."