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was annoyed.
“I’ll do the farmer’s skillet,” Jimmy said.
“Pulled pork sandwich,” Dale said.
“White toast, no butter,” Mr. Duggar said.
I shared a glance with the boys. This guy was a little off, but so far he’d been upfront about everything. He paid for everything on our trip, his reserve of cash covering all expenses thus far.
“So what are your plans for after graduation, Teresa?” Mr. Duggar asked me as we waited for our dinner.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I admitted. I still had two years to go, and I was much more focused on the next semester.
“Earth science is a great field of study if you go to work in the petroleum industry,” Mr. Duggar said. “Someone with your talent for maps would be excellent at finding new oil fields,” he said.
I beamed with pride. I had never thought about that. It made sense.
“You don’t want to do that, Teresa,” Dale said. “Those companies do incredible damage to the planet. Damage that future generations will have to endure.”
“You mean benefits future generations will reap,” Mr. Duggar said. “Our modern civilization is built on lots of energy, and for the time being that means fossil fuels.”
Denise came back to the table, dropping plates in front of us without fanfare.
“Now let’s just eat so we can get back on the road,” Mr. Duggar said, ending the conversation.
We all set in to eating. I made the best of my salad, but lettuce is still lettuce. The others seemed to enjoy their meals more than I, even Mr. Duggar and his plain toast. Denise dropped off the check without asking if we wanted dessert or anything else.
Dale pulled out a credit card and put it on top of the check. “I’ve got dinner,” he said.
Mr. Duggar shook his head. “No, that will not do.” He slapped Dale’s credit card on the table back in front of Dale. He then picked up the check and walked to the counter to settle the tab.
In cash.
“What do you think that’s about?” Jimmy said.
Dale just shrugged, putting his card back in his wallet. “Some people get weird about generosity. They think it’s like an attack on their personhood.”
“You’re really getting into that psychology class, aren’t you?” I said.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” he said.
“Carlita’s in that class, right?” Jimmy said. He hid a mischievous smile behind his water glass.
“Bro, come on,” Dale said. His cheeks were turning red.
My heart sank a little. I didn’t have any boyfriends in college, but some part of me held onto a short list of available guys who were possible. If there was another woman in Dale’s life, then my chances were pretty much nil.
“She’s just a friend,” Dale said.
“Let’s go,” Mr. Duggar said, returning to the table. “We’ve wasted enough time.”
We all piled back into the Jeep, the immaculate vehicle Mr. Duggar picked us all up in the day before. It had was the first time the three of us had ever met him. He insisted on picking us up at the edge of town outside a derelict shopping mall. I was so glad Jimmy and Dale were there with me: the place was frightening.
Eventually this shiny brand new Jeep pulled up and we met Mr. Duggar. He took our cellphones, insisting that they would be returned after the expedition. His reasoning is that they wouldn’t work in the mountains, and besides the contracts we signed forbade us from talking about any details of the trip with anyone.
Dale and Jimmy gave louder protests than I, but eventually I cajoled them into coming along. I was taken back by Mr. Duggar’s demeanor, but I knew some people just needed some warming up. So we three piled into the Jeep and headed for the Smoky Mountain National Park.
The orange glow from the diner illuminated the inside of the Jeep, and again I was surprised by how clean it was. Usually when you have a car, even when it’s brand new and you try to keep it clean, you let little things slip by. This thing was
“I’ll do the farmer’s skillet,” Jimmy said.
“Pulled pork sandwich,” Dale said.
“White toast, no butter,” Mr. Duggar said.
I shared a glance with the boys. This guy was a little off, but so far he’d been upfront about everything. He paid for everything on our trip, his reserve of cash covering all expenses thus far.
“So what are your plans for after graduation, Teresa?” Mr. Duggar asked me as we waited for our dinner.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I admitted. I still had two years to go, and I was much more focused on the next semester.
“Earth science is a great field of study if you go to work in the petroleum industry,” Mr. Duggar said. “Someone with your talent for maps would be excellent at finding new oil fields,” he said.
I beamed with pride. I had never thought about that. It made sense.
“You don’t want to do that, Teresa,” Dale said. “Those companies do incredible damage to the planet. Damage that future generations will have to endure.”
“You mean benefits future generations will reap,” Mr. Duggar said. “Our modern civilization is built on lots of energy, and for the time being that means fossil fuels.”
Denise came back to the table, dropping plates in front of us without fanfare.
“Now let’s just eat so we can get back on the road,” Mr. Duggar said, ending the conversation.
We all set in to eating. I made the best of my salad, but lettuce is still lettuce. The others seemed to enjoy their meals more than I, even Mr. Duggar and his plain toast. Denise dropped off the check without asking if we wanted dessert or anything else.
Dale pulled out a credit card and put it on top of the check. “I’ve got dinner,” he said.
Mr. Duggar shook his head. “No, that will not do.” He slapped Dale’s credit card on the table back in front of Dale. He then picked up the check and walked to the counter to settle the tab.
In cash.
“What do you think that’s about?” Jimmy said.
Dale just shrugged, putting his card back in his wallet. “Some people get weird about generosity. They think it’s like an attack on their personhood.”
“You’re really getting into that psychology class, aren’t you?” I said.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” he said.
“Carlita’s in that class, right?” Jimmy said. He hid a mischievous smile behind his water glass.
“Bro, come on,” Dale said. His cheeks were turning red.
My heart sank a little. I didn’t have any boyfriends in college, but some part of me held onto a short list of available guys who were possible. If there was another woman in Dale’s life, then my chances were pretty much nil.
“She’s just a friend,” Dale said.
“Let’s go,” Mr. Duggar said, returning to the table. “We’ve wasted enough time.”
We all piled back into the Jeep, the immaculate vehicle Mr. Duggar picked us all up in the day before. It had was the first time the three of us had ever met him. He insisted on picking us up at the edge of town outside a derelict shopping mall. I was so glad Jimmy and Dale were there with me: the place was frightening.
Eventually this shiny brand new Jeep pulled up and we met Mr. Duggar. He took our cellphones, insisting that they would be returned after the expedition. His reasoning is that they wouldn’t work in the mountains, and besides the contracts we signed forbade us from talking about any details of the trip with anyone.
Dale and Jimmy gave louder protests than I, but eventually I cajoled them into coming along. I was taken back by Mr. Duggar’s demeanor, but I knew some people just needed some warming up. So we three piled into the Jeep and headed for the Smoky Mountain National Park.
The orange glow from the diner illuminated the inside of the Jeep, and again I was surprised by how clean it was. Usually when you have a car, even when it’s brand new and you try to keep it clean, you let little things slip by. This thing was
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