Gas or Ass (28 page)

She nodded. “I hate to say this, but I need to ask you to wait one more time. I have no idea how long I’ll be.”

I tried to smile. “This is nicer than the homeless shelter, I’m sure.”

“I’ve arranged for you to eat. Any of the student guides can direct you to the dining hall.”

I was too keyed up to eat, but I drank two glasses of tea before doubling back to my same seat.

Another hour crawled by. Thirty minutes into the next hour, the college president appeared. She held a manila folder. “Walk with me, dear.”

I got to my feet and slung my bags over my shoulder. “Where’s your luggage?” She scanned the little sitting area.

“This is everything.”

She guided me through the dining hall again, but we went out the back door and descended the steps to the huge green square of grass that dominated the back campus. The place looked beautiful at twilight. Lights were on in the dorms. Students walked in groups of two and three.  Her steps were brisk. I hurried to keep pace.

“Shelby, I’ve spent a bit of time on the phone. Fortunately, this place has a few generous benefactors. You will complete this application and get me your transcripts and SAT scores, of course, or one semester will be your entire stay.”

She was taking a chance on me? I wanted to hug her, but wasn’t sure she’d like that. By now, I was sure I smelled like a tramp.

“But, I have one additional requirement, and this one will remain between you and me.”

I nodded. She paused long enough to climb the short set of steps out front of the dorm where Caroline and I had stayed. She opened the front door, fixing me with a look.

“You will write down everything you told me. Including whatever you left out. There’s a big manila envelope in here.” She lifted the folder. “You have until the end of the semester to get this essay done. Double-spaced, even margins, and I expect your best effort. Then put the pages in here, seal the flap, and cover it with clear tape. Then, sign your name, half on and half off the tape. The story is for your eyes only. You could put three hundred blank pages inside, of course, but doing so would mean I’m making a mistake. Do you understand?”

I nodded again. “But, why?”

“Well, dear, I find, whenever I’ve been through Hell, I like to make a road map, so I don’t end up in the same place twice. I need your promise that you’ll write it and re-write it, as many times as it takes for you to find the way out.”

To hell with it. I threw my arms around her and squeezed. “I promise.”

She returned the squeeze. “Welcome to the class of 2016, Shelby Roberts.”

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