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Deleting Martina – Chapter Sixteen

Martina was already at the coffee shop when Randall arrived.  He greeted her with an unexpectedly warm and friendly smile.

She knew that this was the one day of the week that Callie didn’t have a morning class.  She was unusually distracted, looking toward the door every time someone opened it.  When Randall asked who she was looking for, she said, “Callie.  She’s supposed to be working today.”  Randall said, “well, she may just be running late, but I’d rather talk about your problem.”

Martina rolled her eyes and said, “how many times do I have to tell you?  I don’t have a problem.  Why are you so suddenly concerned about me anyway?  Didn’t you say, and I quote, ‘may luck be with the unfortunate sap who next encounters such a wretched soul as yours’?”

Randall smiled and said, “you should forget what I say, and may I remind you…you’re the one who called and asked for advice.”

Martina looked at him with pleading eyes and said, “would you go with me to check on her?”

“Do you think that’s wise?” he asked.  Martina said, “I don’t know, but I don’t have a good feeling, and I’m worried.”

Randall agreed and he and Martina went to Callie’s dorm.  As they started upstairs, Martina told him that he must announce, “man in the hall,” as was customary in an all women’s dormitory.  He smirked and said, “you do understand that I know this, right?”

She knocked, but there was no answer.  She tried the doorknob, but it was locked.  She said, “I don’t like this.  I don’t like this at all.”

“Maybe she’s in class,” he said.  Martina said, “no.  I know when her classes are and she doesn’t have one today.”  After a few minutes, Martina knocked on the RA’s door.  There was no answer.

Randall said, “I can knock the door down, if you want, but one or both of us can get into serious trouble if I do, and what if she’s sleeping?  I’m not sure that’s how I would like to be awakened.”

Martina said, “you’re probably right.  She’s probably asleep.  We could go back to the coffee shop and ask if she’s off today.”  Randall said, “no.  We need to talk about you.”

Martina surprised him when she said, “okay.  Did I tell you that I am going to be in the play, “Les Misérables?  Randall’s eyes widened when he said, “you’re kidding.”  Martina smiled and said, “no.  I’m going to play Fantine, and if it weren’t for Callie, I’d be sitting in some boring class, listening to some boring professor talk about boring things that I have absolutely no interest in knowing.”  She looked at Randall and said, “I just don’t think you realize what she did for me.”

Randall softly said, “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea.”

Martina raised her voice and said, “think what you like.  Callie brought me out of myself.  She taught me that there was more to life than just sitting around like some artifact that should be seen and not heard.  She made me realize that there was more to life than just being the wife of some boring, rich man who still thinks a woman’s place is two steps behind him.”

Randall had a twinkle in his eye when he said, “some boring, rich man like me, you mean?”  Martina said, “you said it yourself.  Your wife was more or less only expected to serve you.”

He smiled and said, “I told you.  You should forget what I say.”

Martina surprised him when she asked if he would come see the play.  He said, “of course.  When are you performing?”

She said, “this weekend.  I invited Callie, and she said she would come, but the last time I spoke with her, she seemed agitated or something.”

Randall said, “I’ll make you a deal.  Forget about Callie for this week, and concentrate on your performance.  Then next week, we’ll put our heads together and see if we can figure out what’s going on with her.”

She smiled and agreed.  Randall took her hand and said, “and forget about the help.  You will do fine without it.”

She quickly jerked her hand away and said, “that’s not in the deal.  I will need something.  I can’t get in front of all of those people without it.  I’d go to pieces and make a fool out of myself.”

Randall said, “sometimes, making a fool out of one’s self is good.  It’s keeps you grounded.  I’m a perfect example.  Look at our first interaction. I acted as I was expected to act.”

Martina smiled and said, “yes.  You were a horse’s behind.”

Randall nodded.  Then, in a most sincere voice, he said, “you know, I, too, am a victim of my mother and father’s rules and demands.  I have an inner voice that is screaming for release and obstreperousness, but it’s okay.  I know that one day, I will be free to do as I want, not as someone else wants.”

“Let’s have dinner tonight.”

 

To be continued_______________

 

 

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