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Fallout "This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet." Shakespeare Alona ran out of the elevator, trying to hide her face in one hand and hold her overstuffed bag in the other. She kept wiping away the tears just to get through the already crowded lobby, where young gossip-mongers waiting vigilantly for fresh news. The tears had started when Prof.
"Never seen him before, but I'm guessing he's one of them." "How do you know?" Betty asked. And, coincidentally, the contents of a clipboard came fluttering down upon them like leaves. "Justin Nelson," Justin said, extending his hand to Ritchie. Introductions were made all around. "Didn't you work at Osco?" Alona asked. "Until they fired me!" Julia replied. "And then they hired me here." "Here?"
Just before she decided to give up, slow feet approached from the opposite side, then silence; with a dramatic turn of the knob, the door swung open. "Was this trip really necessary?" asked Prof. Sigger, blinking and brushing his oily, graying hair back into place. "These are your office hours," Alona replied. She nervously smiled, feeling the corners of her mouth twitch.
He watched his son drag the man's body into the center of the room, drop his legs, and turn toward Alona. "Who the hell's that?!" he cried. But Tom wasn't listening. He was looking deeply at Alona, who was looking back. Alona felt her heart flutter; instantly, she knew. The trailer seemed to glow in a light she had never believed existed.
Tom kept her gaze as he stepped over the body, stood before her, and took her outstretched hand in his. "I did this for you," Tom said simply. "I know," Alona said, and she did. "Anyone care to tell me what this has to do with Kurt and that professor?" Ritchie asked, cracking open a bottle and taking a long-deserved drink.
Tom and Alona, in the back seat, were thrown next to each other at near regular intervals, wondering how long their luck would last. With a final, sharp turn of the wheel, Ritchie half-drove, half-skidded off Central and into the back alley known as Seltsam Way. "There it is!" he shouted.
Unfortunately, Alona decided this just after her roommate spotted her across the vestibule, noted the tears and false-face anxiety, and immediately deduced out loud to several of her closest acquaintances that Prof. Sigger had made a move on the all-too-innocent waif.
No reason for Kurt to have his butt kicked by Alona, for Denny to land on Tom after tripping over the Lab Coat Man, for Ritchie to sock the Manager in the jaw, or for a thick gray mist to begin sweeping across the lobby floor? Julia blinked and rubbed her eyes. It was still there. The mist was rolling across the floor at ankle level.
Somehow, that had helped her keep her resolve, although in the weeks that had passed, her memory of that lonely quality of his, the one that had attracted her to him in the first place, had grown to almost god-like proportions. Alona sighed and opened the letter. O.K. I've had time to think about us.
"Oh!" Betty said. "Remember when they rezoned Doege? They put in Vine Avenue and the library and cut off Seltsam, remember? There were those town meetings about it oh my, that would have to be thirty years ago!" "That has been a while! I forgot all about that street. Tom, does any other business have access to Seltsam?" But Tom and Alona had already lost themselves again in each other's eyes.
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