Teaching Carol, Ch.6
Carol avoided me for a week or so—I assumed she was upset because of the incident at the library checkout desk. But I did nothing. She had enjoyed it—she may not have liked the fact that she enjoyed it, but she did—and that kind of enjoyment can be addictive. Sure enough, one night there was a knock on my door and there she was. She was wearing floral-patterned shorts and a white t-shirt and she looked timidly at me when I opened the door. “Hello, Jonathan.” I said nothing; just looked at her inquiringly. After an awkward moment or two had gone by, she looked down, then up at me again and said, “I want to see you again.” I nodded slightly. “And…?” She answered by opening and rummaging through her purse until she found …