about how she could inquire about Mr. Summers in a discreet manner without arousing Kelly’s suspicion. Kelly on the other hand seemed more concerned about the anonymous delivery of the packages. She said, “Times were not right. It was never too late to be safe.” She questioned Merly more about the details of the arrived packages.
All of a sudden, Merly asked, “Is there any teacher that you believe has a secret?” The moment she asked the question, she knew it didn’t sound right, and it wouldn’t take Kelly much time to realize that there was a connection between both the said incidents. Kelly was about to say something, when there was a loud knock on the door. They both looked at each other understandably and knew who it was, so they stopped, but no one mentioned why. Kelly went to open the door.
Predictably, it was Zoë at the door. She didn’t look surprised upon seeing Merly sitting inside and greeted both of them and went inside her room without saying anything. Merly wondered if Kelly will ask Zoë about her new found friendship with Camille or her interest in evoking spirits and souls, but Kelly didn’t say a thing. Perhaps she stored it away for some other time.
Kelly turned back to Merly and asked, “You were saying something?”
“Never mind,” Merly said and attempted to leave the room. Kelly tried to stop her, but eventually let her go. The night was young when Merly entered her room dragging the set of freshly arrived books with her. They were stacked along with the other books in the corner, the sight of which added to her misery. She cringed at the sight and turned her face away. Merly debated whether to look into the box that was set aside, but she couldn’t reason why the books were meant for her.
There was nothing she could do, Merly checked her phone to see if Nora had called her, but the screen showed blank. Nora’s reluctance to call her even after two days has passed saddened her, but she gulped it down and called her. The response she got was similar to that of the other day. The line was not reachable and the connection was cut off soon after. She couldn’t contact Nora, and there was no other way she could. Merly contemplated if calling up her family was a good idea, but then Nora would get into trouble if her family was unaware of her absence. Waiting for Nora to call her back was the only option left for her.
What do I do with these books? The anxiety within Merly was genuine. Sitting alone in the glum environment of the room gave her some ideas, and a thousand things ran through her mind. She decided to ignore them and rummaged through the new books that were dropped at her door steps. There was nothing extraordinary about them. Except for one book addressed to R. Keaton. These books must belong to her, but why are they delivered at my doorstop? Something was not right and the nagging feeling kept lingering in her head, but there was no way to get rid of them other than to find out the truth that lay behind the anonymous sender of the books.
Merly listed a few people she wanted to question about Mr. Summers, and with that thought, went to bed. Is there a big revelation coming or was it just her over-cautious self-troubling her mind.
The next day, she met Mrs. Lois, who was the assistant dean. She was a middle-aged teacher, strict and disciplined and mostly kept track of anything that went on within the university campus. She replaced Mr. Kirk when she took over the position of the dean in 1981; therefore, she had a fair amount of knowledge of things. Merly was confident that Mrs. Lois could provide her with some answers.
Approaching Mrs. Lois was not easy. She had an aura about her which made her unapproachable, and then asking about a teacher seemed like a mammoth task. But it was to be done and delaying it would only make things worse. Mrs. Lois was not in her office when Merly appeared. She was disappointed and decided to wait outside her office. She sat down on the
All of a sudden, Merly asked, “Is there any teacher that you believe has a secret?” The moment she asked the question, she knew it didn’t sound right, and it wouldn’t take Kelly much time to realize that there was a connection between both the said incidents. Kelly was about to say something, when there was a loud knock on the door. They both looked at each other understandably and knew who it was, so they stopped, but no one mentioned why. Kelly went to open the door.
Predictably, it was Zoë at the door. She didn’t look surprised upon seeing Merly sitting inside and greeted both of them and went inside her room without saying anything. Merly wondered if Kelly will ask Zoë about her new found friendship with Camille or her interest in evoking spirits and souls, but Kelly didn’t say a thing. Perhaps she stored it away for some other time.
Kelly turned back to Merly and asked, “You were saying something?”
“Never mind,” Merly said and attempted to leave the room. Kelly tried to stop her, but eventually let her go. The night was young when Merly entered her room dragging the set of freshly arrived books with her. They were stacked along with the other books in the corner, the sight of which added to her misery. She cringed at the sight and turned her face away. Merly debated whether to look into the box that was set aside, but she couldn’t reason why the books were meant for her.
There was nothing she could do, Merly checked her phone to see if Nora had called her, but the screen showed blank. Nora’s reluctance to call her even after two days has passed saddened her, but she gulped it down and called her. The response she got was similar to that of the other day. The line was not reachable and the connection was cut off soon after. She couldn’t contact Nora, and there was no other way she could. Merly contemplated if calling up her family was a good idea, but then Nora would get into trouble if her family was unaware of her absence. Waiting for Nora to call her back was the only option left for her.
What do I do with these books? The anxiety within Merly was genuine. Sitting alone in the glum environment of the room gave her some ideas, and a thousand things ran through her mind. She decided to ignore them and rummaged through the new books that were dropped at her door steps. There was nothing extraordinary about them. Except for one book addressed to R. Keaton. These books must belong to her, but why are they delivered at my doorstop? Something was not right and the nagging feeling kept lingering in her head, but there was no way to get rid of them other than to find out the truth that lay behind the anonymous sender of the books.
Merly listed a few people she wanted to question about Mr. Summers, and with that thought, went to bed. Is there a big revelation coming or was it just her over-cautious self-troubling her mind.
The next day, she met Mrs. Lois, who was the assistant dean. She was a middle-aged teacher, strict and disciplined and mostly kept track of anything that went on within the university campus. She replaced Mr. Kirk when she took over the position of the dean in 1981; therefore, she had a fair amount of knowledge of things. Merly was confident that Mrs. Lois could provide her with some answers.
Approaching Mrs. Lois was not easy. She had an aura about her which made her unapproachable, and then asking about a teacher seemed like a mammoth task. But it was to be done and delaying it would only make things worse. Mrs. Lois was not in her office when Merly appeared. She was disappointed and decided to wait outside her office. She sat down on the
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