Francie and Sydney got dropped off and went inside. They were exhausted, and changed into their silk pajamas. They brushed their teeth and started talking.
"Did Will seem upset or was it just me?" Syd wondered.
"I totally felt it, too. But I already know what about," Francie replied.
"What?" Syd said puzzled.
"You don't know," Francie said astonishingly. "You're kidding right."
"What?" she asked more urgently.
"You, you idiot!" Francie yelled. "Are you that clueless?"
"Me! We didn't talk about anything that would upset him," she paused. "Wait, the blind date."
"Yeesss," she stopped. "It took you long enough. He's like head over heels for you. I felt bad to ask you, with him around but you were leaving tomorrow, and I thought."
"Yeah, I won't be back until Saturday evening. Can you give my English prof my paper?" she asked.
"Sure," Francie replied.
"The "get together" will be fine," she reassured Syd.
"I hope so. Do you know what the guy is like?" Sydney looked at Francie wonderously.
"My friend says he's sweet, kind, handsome and intelligent. He broke up with his girlfriend awhile ago," she answered.
"Probably trying to get a fling," Syd joked.
"Well, it'll be loads of fun," she smiled.
They walked into their rooms and Syd laid on her comfy bed. She was dead tired and knew she would fall right to sleep. Her stomach was a little queasy from the dinner, but tried to ignore it. She looked at her hand and thought about Vaughn. A smile crept onto her face and her eyelids were slowly getting droopier until they closed. The house was silent right after that.
She woke up the next morning and took a big yawn, stretching out her arms and legs. She pulled off the covers and went to take a shower.
When she was done she wrapped her hair in a towel and put on her robe. She went back in her room and put on one of her business outfits. Francie was already in the kitchen, just finishing to make the pot of coffee.
"What time do you go?" Francie asked as she poured two cups of coffee.
"At noon," Syd replied as she grabbed her coffee and put sugar and cream in it. "That was fun last night, wasn't it.
"Yah, I know. Except for a little bit," Francie ended.
"Yah, I know. He'll get over it though," she stopped. "I hope so."
"Oh, he will," Francie replied.
"I guess," she looked at her watch. "I have to go. I have got to meet Dixon at the airport a little early."
"Ok," she said. "Love you."
"Love you too. Bye!" Sydney walks out the door.
"Did Will seem upset or was it just me?" Syd wondered.
"I totally felt it, too. But I already know what about," Francie replied.
"What?" Syd said puzzled.
"You don't know," Francie said astonishingly. "You're kidding right."
"What?" she asked more urgently.
"You, you idiot!" Francie yelled. "Are you that clueless?"
"Me! We didn't talk about anything that would upset him," she paused. "Wait, the blind date."
"Yeesss," she stopped. "It took you long enough. He's like head over heels for you. I felt bad to ask you, with him around but you were leaving tomorrow, and I thought."
"Yeah, I won't be back until Saturday evening. Can you give my English prof my paper?" she asked.
"Sure," Francie replied.
"The "get together" will be fine," she reassured Syd.
"I hope so. Do you know what the guy is like?" Sydney looked at Francie wonderously.
"My friend says he's sweet, kind, handsome and intelligent. He broke up with his girlfriend awhile ago," she answered.
"Probably trying to get a fling," Syd joked.
"Well, it'll be loads of fun," she smiled.
They walked into their rooms and Syd laid on her comfy bed. She was dead tired and knew she would fall right to sleep. Her stomach was a little queasy from the dinner, but tried to ignore it. She looked at her hand and thought about Vaughn. A smile crept onto her face and her eyelids were slowly getting droopier until they closed. The house was silent right after that.
She woke up the next morning and took a big yawn, stretching out her arms and legs. She pulled off the covers and went to take a shower.
When she was done she wrapped her hair in a towel and put on her robe. She went back in her room and put on one of her business outfits. Francie was already in the kitchen, just finishing to make the pot of coffee.
"What time do you go?" Francie asked as she poured two cups of coffee.
"At noon," Syd replied as she grabbed her coffee and put sugar and cream in it. "That was fun last night, wasn't it.
"Yah, I know. Except for a little bit," Francie ended.
"Yah, I know. He'll get over it though," she stopped. "I hope so."
"Oh, he will," Francie replied.
"I guess," she looked at her watch. "I have to go. I have got to meet Dixon at the airport a little early."
"Ok," she said. "Love you."
"Love you too. Bye!" Sydney walks out the door.