The Cold Shoulder
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“Your phone not working?” Ted waited for Nancy as she exited her econ class. She hadn’t been answering and he missed listening to her talk.
His question, for some reason, got him an irritated look. “I’ve been busy.”
Too busy to answer the phone? Did that make any sense? Did women make any sense?
Ted shrugged as he walked beside his petite girl. “I’ve got a tournament on Saturday.” A table tennis tournament. Nancy would see him at his best. She’d be suitably wowed by his prowess, throwing herself into his arms and….
“Hhhmmm…” muffled as Nancy searched through her backpack.
What was up with her? Since last Sunday, she’d been like this. “Is there something going on that I should know about?”
“I don’t know,” hostile blue eyes met his, “you tell me.”
She was angry with him, that was for certain. “Did I forget some sort of anniversary?” He once had a girlfriend who celebrated everything, the first week of the first time they talked, a week after their first kiss, heck, a week after their first ice cream. That girlfriend didn’t last too long.
There was a strangled sound from Nancy like she was going to tell him off. His buddies warned him dating a redhead would be full of drama. Still, Ted gazed down on her fondly, she was worth it.
“If I forgot, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” His big brother always told him, when it came to girls, apologize for everything, even the stuff you didn’t know you were in the wrong for. “On Saturday…”
“Forget about Saturday,” she snapped which hurt ‘cause Saturday was important to him. “You really don’t know, do you?”
Time for complete honesty. “I haven’t a clue.”
“Then I’m not going to tell you.”
What kind of twisted logic was that? Ted wanted to roll his eyes. He didn’t. That could only exacerbate an already volatile situation.
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Read more about a much older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008.
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