A Walk on the BeachChapter 4
I saw my new friends and lover in the hall or in one of my classes almost every day over the next week. None of them spoke to me except to participate in the class. They never approached me or even smiled a knowing smile. I remained professional and proper. It was as if nothing of importance happened the Friday night before. Friday afternoon there was a neatly folded slip of paper on my desk. I opened it and read what was typed on the paper. ‘Beach 9:00’ It was thankfully left unsigned. I...