She hadn't said she was joking...His phone was in his lap, and the index finger of his right hand twitched as he thought about dialing her. What could he say? "I've got two weeks off and I'm dying to come see you?" She'd freak out. Nothing had been said about him ever going to see her. In fact, both of them had remarked on how they'd never see each other in person. That was a given. That they had any kind of relationship at all was a fluke, an accident of her urge to complain to a government she didn't think would even see her protest, and assumed wouldn't care if they did. And his response had broken a dozen or more rules.Still ... he could at least tell her he had extra time off. Maybe they could do some extra Skyping or something.He heard the distant, tinny sound of a phone ringing on his phone's speaker. He looked down, and realized he had punched the little green phone beside her name in his contact list without conscious thought. He got the phone to his ear just as she picked. "What's the signal?" Miss Baker asked again when we heard the doorbell. Nothing was decided when she opened the door and Aaron entered.I didn't like him. To me, Aaron was arrogant and aloof. It irritated me that he didn't look at me when we shook hands and I probably gripped his small hand harder than necessary just to get his attention. I didn't like that Miss Baker adored him and he took her for granted. I didn't like watching him pay more attention to Gina than to anybody else. I didn't like him.I didn't like the way Aaron took over as host, making a project of opening the wine, deciding that Gina and I were too young to have any and pouring himself a full glass before inquiring if Miss Baker wanted some too. I hadn't thought to bring wine but Aaron hadn't either. Gina and I settled for Cokes.Miss Baker's apartment was small; we ate at a round table in the kitchen. The meal was simple, green salad followed by stroganoff, which Miss Baker said was homemade, followed by cheesecake,.
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