Setting: Mannsville, Pennsylvania the present
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Working Title: Glenda
Set up: Glenda Nelson at her daughter Sylvia's art class where she meets
Christian Goodwich for the second time.
© copyright 2006 Hollis Bush
The doors of the Mannsville Middle School were covered with
posters ranging from 'just say no to drugs' to a square dance
being held Friday night. After getting directions to the art
rooms, now called Media Centers bizarrely enough, I ran to the
classroom and burst through the door. Silly me. The student art
gala included a speaker. I smiled at Christian Goodwich,
straightened my skirt and hair and found a seat. Sylvia was
glaring at me.
"Art is about beauty," Goodwich was saying. "But
beauty is speculative. What is beautiful to you and what is
beautiful to the student beside you may be two different
things."
I settled into one of those seats with the desk attached. My rear
end was not cooperating and hung out either one side or the other.
Goodwich was a terrific speaker and I listened intently. He was
patient with the kids and Sylvia's art teacher was batting her
lashes and giggling.
Goodwich would never go for her type, I thought to myself. The
overt artsy-craftsy, kaftans are still in style, kind of a woman.
And her hair was long. Why doesn't someone tell women over forty
to cut their hair? Unless they're rich, of course. Rich women can
wear their hair straight back off their head in a ponytail at
sixty and still look stylish. But I digress. Goodwich would not go
for the art teacher, mark my words. What kind of woman would he go
for? Meg did say he wasn't gay. Everyone was clapping. I stood up
enthusiastically and took with me the desk still attached to my
rump. Sylvia pulled at the seat and markers went flying. Christian
Goodwich was heading my way.
"It's nice to see you again, Glenda," Goodwich said and
looked at the desk stuck to my hips. "Can I help?"
The desk plopped off my ass with a thump and I ran a hand through
my short hair. "Mr. Goodwich. What a surprise."
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