20 - Maeve
Stanley’s proximity distracted me, so it was a good thing he was scouring the railing’s posts in my back. That gave me plenty of time spying on Kathleen and the doctor. Each was working in his or her spot, but one would cast a quick glance at the other, before looking at an interesting spot they had missed.
I had been a student long enough to witness similar interplays, especially in committees. Working toward a common goal strengthened links of friendship, a friendship that could blossom into something else, that kind of something currently twinkling in Kathleen’s eyes.
I hadn’t been certain before, but now I was. I hid a smile while applying a layer of white over the gray outline of letters on the door.
Eventually, the door and railings returned to their spotless state, or
