schools were amongst the brochures she’d found at Jason’s place. Delia didn’t think anything of it at the time. She settled on Saxon Arms because she happened to find an affordable apartment within walking distance.
“Are you sure you want to move out so soon? I really don’t mind having you here,” Donna Lee said to Delia on her last day in the apartment. Delia loved living with her sister even though she was a pig, but four people in a two bedroom apartment was getting to be a little much. She looked forward to spreading out in her own bed instead of falling off the couch each morning when Shannon started blaring her music. Or was it Sharon that blared the music?
Suddenly, in a blur of movements, two speeding and identical figures burst into the living room and clamored for the couch. One of them turned on the TV, while the other arranged the pillows into a comfortable layout.
“What’s going on?” Donna Lee asked.
“ Shh ! Tom is giving a press conference today,” Sharon said, waving her hand impatiently.
Donna Lee rolled her eyes.
“Tom, who?” Delia asked.
“Not Tom Hanks or Tom Cruise or Tom Brady or even Tommy Lee Jones. It’s Thomas Bennett the White House Press Secretary. My two Political Science major roommates have a crush on him.”
“Really? But he’s like sixty,” Delia said, trying to get a glimpse of him on the TV.
“Age doesn’t matter,” Shannon said. “Besides, look at him. He’s gorgeous.”
“And he’s decent and noble and brilliant. He’s been married for thirty-three years, you know? Never cheated on his wife and he has six kids. We’ve been following his career since he worked as mayor of Annapolis, MD,” her sister added.
“His wife doesn’t know how good she has it. If she ever leaves him I’ll be next in line.”
“You’ll have to fight me for him,” her twin sister teased.
“Okay, really, you two are like stalkers.” Donna Lee grabbed Delia’s duffle bag and headed out the door. “Let’s go, Dee.”
As they descended the steps of Donna Lee’s apartment toward the parking lot, Delia wondered what it would be like to be happily married for thirty-three years. That was something she would never be able to relate to.
Delia took a deep breath and decided that it was all behind her. She was starting her new life.
Chapter 5
Why was she nervous? She was 25. A grown woman. How could a room of teenage high school students make her nervous? Delia had been there and done that. But then again her own high school experience could have been part of the reason she was so nervous.
She never really blossomed in high school. She had been skinny, nerdy, and shy. The other students only talked to her if they needed help with their homework. In college, she began to come out of her shell somewhat, but she was never as popular as Donna Lee. Her sister never spent a Friday night alone to say the least. Delia didn’t even have her first date until Jason asked her out during their senior year of college.
Well, it was her senior year. She was never quite sure how long Jason had been in school. He was kind of the perpetual student, enrolled year after year, but never any closer to a degree. After they started dating, Delia got him on a schedule to finish his schooling and finally graduate with a sociology degree.
She remembered the countless nights they spent studying and writing papers. Well, now that she thought about it, she did most of the studying and the writing of papers. Jason mostly flirted with her and complimented her and came up with reasons as to why they should work together on one project or another. At the time, Delia was just delighted to be in his presence. The sexiest man in all of George Washington University, perhaps in all of D.C., wanted to spend time with her and she hadn’t been about to ask why.
Delia let the students file into her classroom as