The leaves were just beginning to change color on the huge sugar maples outside an old Victorian Romanesque building that had been turned into a fancy dormitory. The air was brisk, but most of the windows were wide open letting the fresh breeze flow throughout the building.
“Is this your dorm?” Steve’s mom asked as she slowed to a stop and quickly scanned the map.
Through a window Steve saw a tall, attractive woman with burning black eyes. Her young daughter expertly instructed some fancy suitcases and tightly packed boxes to unpack themselves. Although busy, both of them glared with distain while a wardrobe, already stuffed with clothes, struggled to get its doors closed.
"Do you have your schedule?" The woman asked absent mindedly, as she scanned through a check list full of scribbles and scratches.
"Yes mother, for the fourth time" sarcasm dripped from the daughter’s lips as she rolls her eyes enough to lose them completely behind her pale lids.
The mother's focus comes to attention immediately "don't you get sassy with me young lady! I did not take off two days of work to listen to your snide remarks." The air temperature seems to drop 10 degrees instantly. "If you don't appreciate my help, I will be happy to take my brand new couch back home with me." The daughter knows her mother is stressing 'brand new' more for the benefit of the other young girl standing quietly in the room than for herself.
With a stifled sigh, and mock sincerity that only her mother could detect, she replied like a good little girl "I'm sorry Mommy. I didn't mean to sound ungrateful. I’m just really scared about being alone. Please don't be mad at me." The other girl looks on with surprise at how humble and sweet her new roommate is.
Her Mother seemed appeased by her daughter’s performance. "It's ok Sarah, honey, I'm sorry too. I'm just tore up about leaving my little girl here all by herself." They embrace in a loving hug that is entirely for show.
Sarah and her mom had an understanding; as long as everyone else thought they were best of friends, their true feelings for each other were irrelevant.
"Tell Daddy I love him and will miss him." Sara knew her mom would never tell her father this. Not to be spiteful, in fact more the opposite. To tell her husband that Sara would miss him would just be a waste of breath. If he didn't completely ignore the statement, then it would probably lead to an argument. So why bother?
As Steve’s mom determined that they were at the wrong building, he saw Sara walking her mother back to their awaiting car. A handsomely dressed young man stood at attention. It was obvious Sara approved of her mother’s good taste when hiring help.
The big car pulled up to the second dormitory, which wasn’t quite as lavish as the first. A friendly looking man and woman were walking up one of the many paths that led to a beautiful English tutor-style dormitory.
“Is this your dorm?” Steve’s mom asked as she slowed to a stop and quickly scanned the map.
Through a window Steve saw a tall, attractive woman with burning black eyes. Her young daughter expertly instructed some fancy suitcases and tightly packed boxes to unpack themselves. Although busy, both of them glared with distain while a wardrobe, already stuffed with clothes, struggled to get its doors closed.
"Do you have your schedule?" The woman asked absent mindedly, as she scanned through a check list full of scribbles and scratches.
"Yes mother, for the fourth time" sarcasm dripped from the daughter’s lips as she rolls her eyes enough to lose them completely behind her pale lids.
The mother's focus comes to attention immediately "don't you get sassy with me young lady! I did not take off two days of work to listen to your snide remarks." The air temperature seems to drop 10 degrees instantly. "If you don't appreciate my help, I will be happy to take my brand new couch back home with me." The daughter knows her mother is stressing 'brand new' more for the benefit of the other young girl standing quietly in the room than for herself.
With a stifled sigh, and mock sincerity that only her mother could detect, she replied like a good little girl "I'm sorry Mommy. I didn't mean to sound ungrateful. I’m just really scared about being alone. Please don't be mad at me." The other girl looks on with surprise at how humble and sweet her new roommate is.
Her Mother seemed appeased by her daughter’s performance. "It's ok Sarah, honey, I'm sorry too. I'm just tore up about leaving my little girl here all by herself." They embrace in a loving hug that is entirely for show.
Sarah and her mom had an understanding; as long as everyone else thought they were best of friends, their true feelings for each other were irrelevant.
"Tell Daddy I love him and will miss him." Sara knew her mom would never tell her father this. Not to be spiteful, in fact more the opposite. To tell her husband that Sara would miss him would just be a waste of breath. If he didn't completely ignore the statement, then it would probably lead to an argument. So why bother?
As Steve’s mom determined that they were at the wrong building, he saw Sara walking her mother back to their awaiting car. A handsomely dressed young man stood at attention. It was obvious Sara approved of her mother’s good taste when hiring help.
The big car pulled up to the second dormitory, which wasn’t quite as lavish as the first. A friendly looking man and woman were walking up one of the many paths that led to a beautiful English tutor-style dormitory.
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