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The Professor And The Admirer

... point, the waiter has come to take our orders, I go with steak and cob meal, since it is the last thing I recalled seeing. Professor Matthew goes with a lobster and crab meal. We both order a beer, to go with our meal. “You sound like you had a good professor, if you ask me,” Steven states. “Mmm, yes, he was my favorite. He was deeply kind to me. I have much respect for him. I am going to have to write him soon and tell him I actually got to meet you. He'll be so thrilled.” “I'll make sure to sign a book for you, to send to him. I'll give him a little note to go with it.” “Really? Wow, oh that is so kind of you, Professor Matthew, thank you,” I gush happily. “Please, call me Steve. We're not in class. You're most welcome. He sounds like a smart man and you a smart lady. I like that.” Through the course of our meal, we talk about everything but his book. He tells me we will save that for tomorrow at the reading. I find out he was married for a short time, but after he and his wife had three miscarriages, she couldn't handle it anymore and left him. She had found someone new to be with and now has the children she so deeply longed for. As for Steven, he never remarried. He has been in a few relationships, but no one has ever replaced his wife. He talks about it being a good thing at times, with how busy he can be. Especially when it comes around time a book is released and being on the road for a long period of time. Finally he asks about me. I fill him in on how I went to ...

... school to become an English teacher, but I had to leave the last job I was at because the school was closing. That was about a year ago, but I haven't found a new school that I'm comfortable with, wanting to stay local to where I live now. He says I shouldn't restrict myself, to spread my wings and see where I land. I take his suggestion into consideration for when I get back home. Time flies by and before we know it, the waiter tells us that the dining hall is closing. Steve insists on paying for my meal, I don't argue with him...much and we wish each other a good night. I don't want to stop talking to him, the more I talk to him, the more I want to get to know him. But he says he has to get ready for tomorrow and he'll see me then. Lying in bed, watching a re-run of some old TV show I watched as a kid, I think about how the weekend seems to be unfolding, thankful I came. I send Shannon a text, asking how Zoey is, but I know she won't answer until morning. By the time I wake up, it is a little after ten in the morning. I don't have much time to get ready and get over to the bookstore. It is another beautiful day, the birds singing outside, the sun beating into the room, when I pull the curtains open. I lift up the window, so the fresh air can get in. It seems heavenly out there. Checking my phone, as I walk over to the bookstore, I see Shannon has texted me. She said that Zoey is still not feeling well, but doing better. She's able to hold down soup and is a bit more talkative. ...