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Howdy! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we have another excerpt from "Someone Like You." This week there seems to be an unexpected wrinkle to our blooming love affair. When you're done, please read the other stories. You'll find them HERE.
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With her mind elsewhere, Charlotte approached the administration building, she pulled out her huge key ring.
The building would be locked, but she needed to get in and check her supply of green paint for the bio lab. She'd outfitted a spacious closet, given her by the administration, adding a small bar and hangers for her painting uniforms and shelves for
her tools and supplies.
“Oh, am I glad to see
you,” broke through Charlotte’s dreamy haze. It was Mary Rhodes, teaching
assistant. She scrambled up the steps to the front door and turned to face
Charlotte.
“Hurry up.”
“Who are you and why are
you here?” Charlotte asked. “I’m not supposed to let anyone else in on
weekends.”
“I’m Mary Rhodes,
teaching assistant to Professor Garrett. I have to drop something off at
President Caldwell’s office.”
“He’s not here.”
“I’ll slip it under his
door. It was supposed to be delivered on Friday.”
“What is it?” Charlotte
turned a skeptical eye on the tall young woman.
Mary narrowed her eyes. “If
it’s any of your business, Janitor Girl, it’s a proposal for a trip. It’s for
Professor Garrett,” Mary said, frowning. “It’s important.”
“I’m not a janitor,” Charlotte
said. She wanted to say if it was so important why wasn’t it done on Friday,
but she kept her mouth shut.
“Whatever,” Mary said.
The keys jingled as Charlotte
searched the ring for the right one. Once she opened the door, Mary scooted to
the president’s office. She shoved a manila envelope under the door.
“Thank God!” She smiled.
“Don’t want to face the
professor if you didn’t get it delivered?” Charlotte couldn’t resist.
“No. And don’t you go
telling him it was late, either.” Mary glowered.
“I’m no snitch,”
Charlotte said, chuckling. “You work with Professor Garrett?”
“Yes. I’m his teaching
assistant. And if I play my cards right, I might become much more than that,”
Mary said, tossing her long hair over one shoulder.
“What do you mean?”
Charlotte asked.
“Well, he’s single.
Widowed. Or didn’t you know?” Mary said. “He just might be looking for a bright
young thing like me.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-three, if it’s
any of your business,” she snapped.
Mary rushed out the front door, slamming it behind her. Charlotte wrinkled her brow. She unlocked the door and went inside. The room was immaculate with everything clean and organized. But it wasn’t her supplies that worried her. Mary Rhodes. Charlotte wondered if Mark knew that Mary had plans beyond being his teaching assistant.
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