Chapter Five
The next day, Ashley handed Cassie the letter, then sat
down and rummaged through magazines once again. Looking at Cassie's
image in the mirror, she could tell already that Andros's letter had made quite
an impression.
"Oh my," Cassie breathed, hardly able to think straight. "You have
to tell me who wrote these, please?" she begged, clutching the letter in her hands
with a content smile upon her face.
Ashley dropped the magazine she had been holding. "Alright,"
she said, catching Cassie's happy expression in the mirror. "You want to
meet him?" She asked casually.
Cassie shook her head, already losing the basic function of speech.
Ashley picked up the phone and dialed her number; she had told
Andros to wait there for her call. "Do you want to meet her?" she asked,
not believing that she was setting up her two best friends.
"Does she know who I am?" Andros's voice flowed across the line.
"No, that's why she wants to meet. Be at the park at eight," she stated.
"Wait a minute, what should I wear?" he asked, wanting to make a
good impression.
"A paper bag over your head," Ashley replied sarcastically.
Hanging up the phone, she looked at Cassie. "It's all set," she stated with a small smile.
"Thank you Ashley," Cassie replied, then looked perplexed.
"What's the matter?" Ashley asked.
"What on Earth should I wear?" she replied, heading for her closet full of clothes.
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Later that same evening, Cassie's mother Sue, went to class as usual.
Only this time, her husband Rick was following her. Still upset about the letter he
found; he was intent on finding out who was the threat to his marriage.
Walking into the classroom, Sue walked to her desk at the front and sat down.
Being the teacher, she looked across the room, seeing many of her friends that she
had known for years, who were now taking night school to better their education.
As the night progressed, she handed out a quiz for her students to fill out.
Using this quiet time, she looked over papers, making notes here and
there, until finally her pen ran out of ink. Tossing it in the garbage, she reached
into her purse for another only to find a paper that had not been there before.
Pulling it out, she unfolded it and read the writing. Feeling a sense of awkwardness,
she glanced across the room, her mind wondering who would put such a letter in her purse.
Letting her eyes drift across the different faces, she stopped abruptly at one.
Ashley's father had been taking her class, and she knew him for many years.
Was it possible he had such feeling for her? At that precise time, he looked up
and smiled a friendly smile. 'That's it, he must have done it', she thought to herself,
offering a small smile in return.