She'd pull at it, give it a tug, but a minute later, it was hiking up again.She'd pull at it, give it a tug, but a minute later, it was hiking up again. I rooted for the skirt and definitely had trouble concentrating on the exam that day. When the exam let out, I slowly walked over to the bike rack at the far end of the lot. As I ambled along I heard someone calling my name. I turned and, sure enough, it was her. As she caught up to me she said: "My Mom can't pick me up today so I'm walking home. Can I walk with you?" I was glad for the company and said so. We picked up my bike and started the mile walk to her house. We talked and joked, generally having a good time. She put me at ease, and I must have done the same to her. When we came to her house, she invited me in for a cool drink. Her house smelled very different than mine, sort of sweet and a little musty. The living room drapes were drawn and the house was cool and dark. "Where's your Mom?", I asked, noting how quiet the house was. "Still at work," she replied. "She has a late meeting. Won't be home 'til dinner time." Her Mom worked at a local bank. We talked for a while in the kitchen and she offered to show me the house. The living room was furnished with deeply padded furniture - a long couch, a wing chair, and a library reaching from floor to ceiling in a small alcove off the main room. |