“May I come in?” she said as she brushed by me with a suitcase in hand.
“Sure. I was expecting you.” Actually, after last night, I was hoping she wouldn’t show. She walked out onto the balcony and sat in my chair. I followed her out. I stood at the railing looking out at the scenery. I began to wonder if she was planning to spend the night. The suitcase was a giveaway.
“I want you to know I’m not sorry for the way I treated you last night.” She took a pause. “Frederick left a little while ago for a meeting of School Superintendents in Washington, D.C. I just dropped him off at the airport. He won’t be back for a day or so. In the meantime, you and I are going to be an item. What I mean by “item” is you are going to make up for the way you treated me in college all those years ago.”
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