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assignment?”
Tim looked in the read view mirror and Rachelle noted a twinkle in his eye.
Rachelle's cell phone rang.
Wind whistling around, Kim and Timothy could hear only Rachelle: “Hello
there … yes, of course I will … no … lunch with some colleagues … no … yes,
5:30 … okay … me too … bye.”
Kim turned to Rachelle and rolled her blood shot eyes skyward.
Timothy chuckled.
Kim poked him in the ribs.
At the seedy lake-side Port-o-Call, burgers ordered, Corona long necks served,
Tim's broad smile turned patrons' heads.
Kim asked Tim if he would please go smile at the lake.
Grinning broadly, he took his Corona and went outside.
Rachelle, “What's he so happy about?”
Kim, in tears, unloaded: The engagement, marriage to Dent, everything was
off. She shared (Tim knew) with Rachelle the reason: Dent had reconciled with
his wife, Penny.
Rachelle, after a nothing-to-say distilled minute, as Kim silently
cried, said, “Maybe it's for the better.”
Food served, Rachelle called out an open window, “Okay Tim, soup's on.”
Tim returned, sat next to Kim and massaged her neck.
Rachelle to Tim, “You seem happy as a duck.”
“I've been after Kimberly for an eternity.”
After a rambling two-hour disavowal-avowal-confession lunch, the trio got
back to Bessey Hall just after 3:30. A note from Kay advised Rachelle that, as
she was dropping off some paperwork at the Registrar's office, she would not be
back. Tim and Kim were going for a walk and three students stood at Rachelle's
office door. Two needed to talk about their final grade in Com. 201 and the
third, Nancy Bidwell, a grad student (Rachelle her adviser), had a problem with
her fall schedule. She needed a class to graduate and it was full. Rachelle
called the professor, pleaded, begged, coerced, promised a steak dinner, and
got Nancy into the class. Nancy lingered on, finally thanked Rachelle and left.
Rachelle noticed the time, 5:20. “Rats!” She rushed out the door.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Fifteen minutes later, 5:35, approaching the GROUND TRANSPORTATION sign
at Lansing's Capital City Airport, Rachelle saw, standing at the curb like his
feet were stuck in the cement, Carl. Hands on hips, red tie loosened, cigarette
dangling from his lower lips, newspaper under his left arm, he glared at her
like he would turn her car over, at least eat the front bumper.
She pulled to the curb and stopped. He opened the back door, threw in
his garment bag, got in the front, flipped his cigarette to the curb, slammed
the door, said, “Nice you could make it.”
“Carl….”
“Could we please go?”
Pulling away from the curb, “Carl, I'm sorry, I….”
“That's okay, I'm used to waiting at airport curbside with the great unwashed.”
“Carl, I got involved … a student had a problem….”
“Oh, we wouldn't want a student to have a problem, now would we?”
She tried to change the subject. “Did you hear about Kim and Dent?”
“Don't change the subject.”
After a minute, he said, “What about them?”
“The engagement, wedding, it's off. Dent went back with his wife.”
“Par for the course with Dent, been there before.”
“You did know, then, didn't you?”
“What?”
“When we talked, you told me Dent was going to be your best man. I mentioned
Kim and you stammered all over the block.”
“I didn't know.”
“You did so.”
“No, swear to god.”
He's lying . “So how
was your flight?”
“Hah.”
She smiled, “You want to stop and put some food on that mooing
self-pity boo boo?”
“No!”
The Saab engine sputtered as Rachelle pulled from a red light.
Carl: “When are you going to get rid of this piece of junk?”
She increased the speed to 45.
“This is a 35-speed zone.”
“So it is.” She increased the speed to 50.
“Go ahead, it's your ass.” He leaned over and looked at the
speedometer.
She said, “What are you doing?”
“Checking the mileage on this piece
Tim looked in the read view mirror and Rachelle noted a twinkle in his eye.
Rachelle's cell phone rang.
Wind whistling around, Kim and Timothy could hear only Rachelle: “Hello
there … yes, of course I will … no … lunch with some colleagues … no … yes,
5:30 … okay … me too … bye.”
Kim turned to Rachelle and rolled her blood shot eyes skyward.
Timothy chuckled.
Kim poked him in the ribs.
At the seedy lake-side Port-o-Call, burgers ordered, Corona long necks served,
Tim's broad smile turned patrons' heads.
Kim asked Tim if he would please go smile at the lake.
Grinning broadly, he took his Corona and went outside.
Rachelle, “What's he so happy about?”
Kim, in tears, unloaded: The engagement, marriage to Dent, everything was
off. She shared (Tim knew) with Rachelle the reason: Dent had reconciled with
his wife, Penny.
Rachelle, after a nothing-to-say distilled minute, as Kim silently
cried, said, “Maybe it's for the better.”
Food served, Rachelle called out an open window, “Okay Tim, soup's on.”
Tim returned, sat next to Kim and massaged her neck.
Rachelle to Tim, “You seem happy as a duck.”
“I've been after Kimberly for an eternity.”
After a rambling two-hour disavowal-avowal-confession lunch, the trio got
back to Bessey Hall just after 3:30. A note from Kay advised Rachelle that, as
she was dropping off some paperwork at the Registrar's office, she would not be
back. Tim and Kim were going for a walk and three students stood at Rachelle's
office door. Two needed to talk about their final grade in Com. 201 and the
third, Nancy Bidwell, a grad student (Rachelle her adviser), had a problem with
her fall schedule. She needed a class to graduate and it was full. Rachelle
called the professor, pleaded, begged, coerced, promised a steak dinner, and
got Nancy into the class. Nancy lingered on, finally thanked Rachelle and left.
Rachelle noticed the time, 5:20. “Rats!” She rushed out the door.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Fifteen minutes later, 5:35, approaching the GROUND TRANSPORTATION sign
at Lansing's Capital City Airport, Rachelle saw, standing at the curb like his
feet were stuck in the cement, Carl. Hands on hips, red tie loosened, cigarette
dangling from his lower lips, newspaper under his left arm, he glared at her
like he would turn her car over, at least eat the front bumper.
She pulled to the curb and stopped. He opened the back door, threw in
his garment bag, got in the front, flipped his cigarette to the curb, slammed
the door, said, “Nice you could make it.”
“Carl….”
“Could we please go?”
Pulling away from the curb, “Carl, I'm sorry, I….”
“That's okay, I'm used to waiting at airport curbside with the great unwashed.”
“Carl, I got involved … a student had a problem….”
“Oh, we wouldn't want a student to have a problem, now would we?”
She tried to change the subject. “Did you hear about Kim and Dent?”
“Don't change the subject.”
After a minute, he said, “What about them?”
“The engagement, wedding, it's off. Dent went back with his wife.”
“Par for the course with Dent, been there before.”
“You did know, then, didn't you?”
“What?”
“When we talked, you told me Dent was going to be your best man. I mentioned
Kim and you stammered all over the block.”
“I didn't know.”
“You did so.”
“No, swear to god.”
He's lying . “So how
was your flight?”
“Hah.”
She smiled, “You want to stop and put some food on that mooing
self-pity boo boo?”
“No!”
The Saab engine sputtered as Rachelle pulled from a red light.
Carl: “When are you going to get rid of this piece of junk?”
She increased the speed to 45.
“This is a 35-speed zone.”
“So it is.” She increased the speed to 50.
“Go ahead, it's your ass.” He leaned over and looked at the
speedometer.
She said, “What are you doing?”
“Checking the mileage on this piece
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