At 9:15 the crowd entered, 30 of them in all. They dispersed to arcade games, cafeteria and pool tables, followed by the tired buzzing from talking about the lesson. Stamford came forward with yet more food (something that might have been a burrito once, chips and soda.). He tossed his dinner down on the table and said. "Hey cool ya made it. I didn't think you would." 'Hope" seemed to be nearer to the truth than "think"
"So where is she."
Again, he became very interested in his food. When I pressed him , he said. "Alright Alright, I'll introduce ya! Butcha can't blame me if you don't get along with her."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Well you don't know her, you might not like being around her all the time, ya know."
"What are you talking about?! Why wouldn't I?" Red flags went up in my mind. "What's wrong with her."
"I didn't say there was anything wrong dude. She's..." he searched long and hard for the words. "She's kinda weird that's all. Look if you've changed yer mind I can..."
"Stamford!"
"Alright okay, c'mon then." He got up and led me to one of the pool tables.
I saw nothing there to be worried over. An average sized girl, stout, with hacked off kind of dark hair, equally dark eyes, and light skin, was busy walking around the table, planning her next move in a game against herself. She looked more like a High School Freshman, or maybe a Junior, rather than a College student. She looked up as we approached, and leaned on the pool cue, waiting for us. Stamford spoke first.
" Mr. David Lowell, Ms. Elise Escott." The girl, sorry, I mean to say woman, took my hand in a tight grip and gave it quick shake and an eve quicker "Hey." Her eyes looked me up and down almost too quickly for me to see and a smile crossed her lips. She nodded to herself as Stamford continued. "David's looking to go with you in that house of yours."
"No' a house, set a rooms is all. " Elise Escott corrected. Her voice was middle class. Every accent in the world came together and mixed into that voice so that in the same sentence she spoke like a Californian, New Yorker, Russian, and Englishman and Irishman (woman). "This woman what lives thare needs a couple a borders to keep the house, and I said I'd be glad ta take it on, if I had the money. She's nice 'nough, so I wanted to find someone ta help out."
She turned back to the pool table and idly continued her game as she spoke. She explained the price the lady was asking, the layout, and other minor details I won't bother boring you with. She had definitely done her research into the place. Suffice to say, in the end we agreed I should have a look at the place. As the bell far off chimed 10 o'clock and we were all shoved out the door, Stamford, Elise and I began the long trek to our cars. Stamford and his bag of chips left by the library. Elise and I walked on, breaking our silence only to talk a bit more about the property in question. At building 7 we said our good-nights. We walked in our own directions for a moment before I hear her call. "Oh by the way! Was London really that bad?" I turned around to face her, a small, moving shadow. I'd never mentioned London. Stamford didn't know I went. Before I could answer, the shadow called cheerfully. "Ah well...I'll find out later. Bon nuit." Then she was gone.
"So where is she."
Again, he became very interested in his food. When I pressed him , he said. "Alright Alright, I'll introduce ya! Butcha can't blame me if you don't get along with her."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Well you don't know her, you might not like being around her all the time, ya know."
"What are you talking about?! Why wouldn't I?" Red flags went up in my mind. "What's wrong with her."
"I didn't say there was anything wrong dude. She's..." he searched long and hard for the words. "She's kinda weird that's all. Look if you've changed yer mind I can..."
"Stamford!"
"Alright okay, c'mon then." He got up and led me to one of the pool tables.
I saw nothing there to be worried over. An average sized girl, stout, with hacked off kind of dark hair, equally dark eyes, and light skin, was busy walking around the table, planning her next move in a game against herself. She looked more like a High School Freshman, or maybe a Junior, rather than a College student. She looked up as we approached, and leaned on the pool cue, waiting for us. Stamford spoke first.
" Mr. David Lowell, Ms. Elise Escott." The girl, sorry, I mean to say woman, took my hand in a tight grip and gave it quick shake and an eve quicker "Hey." Her eyes looked me up and down almost too quickly for me to see and a smile crossed her lips. She nodded to herself as Stamford continued. "David's looking to go with you in that house of yours."
"No' a house, set a rooms is all. " Elise Escott corrected. Her voice was middle class. Every accent in the world came together and mixed into that voice so that in the same sentence she spoke like a Californian, New Yorker, Russian, and Englishman and Irishman (woman). "This woman what lives thare needs a couple a borders to keep the house, and I said I'd be glad ta take it on, if I had the money. She's nice 'nough, so I wanted to find someone ta help out."
She turned back to the pool table and idly continued her game as she spoke. She explained the price the lady was asking, the layout, and other minor details I won't bother boring you with. She had definitely done her research into the place. Suffice to say, in the end we agreed I should have a look at the place. As the bell far off chimed 10 o'clock and we were all shoved out the door, Stamford, Elise and I began the long trek to our cars. Stamford and his bag of chips left by the library. Elise and I walked on, breaking our silence only to talk a bit more about the property in question. At building 7 we said our good-nights. We walked in our own directions for a moment before I hear her call. "Oh by the way! Was London really that bad?" I turned around to face her, a small, moving shadow. I'd never mentioned London. Stamford didn't know I went. Before I could answer, the shadow called cheerfully. "Ah well...I'll find out later. Bon nuit." Then she was gone.