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Volume 1, Issue 3 & 4 - Diverse Voices Quarterly

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his hazel-brown eyes for a sign. Any sign. Such mixed emotions. Such fear of rejection.<br />

“Let me get that book for you.”<br />

“You needn’t…” Is he for real? she thought. Is he really interested in me?<br />

He knelt down, and with ear to floor, said, “Wow! You’re just like an angel from<br />

heaven.”<br />

She never knew her heart could beat so hard. Her knees felt like they were going<br />

to buckle. What will he say next?<br />

He stood up. Their eyes met again.<br />

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”<br />

“You’re like an angel from heaven,” he repeated, then pointed, “This is the exact<br />

book I was looking for. Eric Carle.” He tried putting her at ease. “Here.” He handed her<br />

the book and stepped back, allowing her space. He scanned the shelves. “Gordy<br />

doesn’t have a large selection.”<br />

With a quarter turn away from him, Ruth flipped to page six (her favorite<br />

number), pocketed the money, and read the following message to herself: “I’m invested<br />

in you, just like I promised in our last e-mail. Let’s meet for coffee at Lou’s Bistro some<br />

time.” She closed the book and drew closer to him.<br />

“I can’t believe this,” he chuckled. “You’ve got the last one.”<br />

Somewhat confused, Ruth wondered whether he was speaking in code. “Here,”<br />

she offered. “I’ve read it before.”<br />

More laughter between them. More awkwardness. “It’s not you,” he said. “It’s<br />

me. I forgot my wallet.”<br />

More code, Ruth thought. More uncertainty. Did he want his money back? “Take<br />

chances,” Dr. Lowenstein’s voice repeated in her head. “Know what you want and go<br />

for it.” Perhaps purchasing the book would seal his approval of her. Perhaps her long<br />

wait for companionship had ended. She hobbled toward the register. He supported her<br />

by her elbow.<br />

“Did you find everything?” the old man grunted. He saw their shadowy existence<br />

in the reflection of his Zenith.<br />

“I’ll buy the book for you,” Ruth suggested, “and you can pay me back later.”<br />

“Oh no, I couldn’t…”<br />

With her strength renewed, she decided to end this charade. Now was the time<br />

to be direct, to show her intentions. “We’ll go for coffee. How about Lou’s Bistro?”<br />

<strong>Diverse</strong> <strong>Voices</strong> <strong>Quarterly</strong>, Vol. 1, <strong>Issue</strong> 3 & 4 64

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