“Okay, everyone,” began the administrator in charge of teacher orientation, “if there are no more questions, you are all dismissed for the evening.  See you again on your teaching nights.”  While the men and women removed themselves from their desks, she spoke up again.  “Uh, a word, please, Mr. Primeau.”  A few individuals looked at him before exiting the classroom.<br/><br/>Standing in front of her, Elijah said, “It’s Eli.”  Seems everyone was so formal these days.<br/><br/>“Oh, okay.  Eli it is then,” she stated.  “I was just wondering, but will you be wearing a suit when teaching your class?”<br/><br/>Forgetting about his chosen attire for the orientation, Elijah laughed while glancing down at his ensemble, tie included.  His profession did not require a monkey suit, such as the one he was wearing.  “Uh, that would be a negative,” he replied with a smile.  “With my class of basic motorcycle maintenance, I’ll be wearing nothing but old t-shirts and jeans.  We’re all almost guaranteed to get dirty.”  She grinned in relief and wished him a good night.<br/><br/>Elijah folded the modest amount of paperwork that was handed out to them, and tucked it away inside his coat.  He was pretty sure he could locate the parking lot from here.  Rounding a corner, he very nearly bumped into a co-ed who was struggling with her textbooks.  Having seemingly triumphed over said struggle, he finally noticed this was no ordinary co-ed.  It was Gwen.  What was she doing here? he wondered.  And with books?  Did she have an older son or daughter he hadn’t met yet?  Either way, it was none of his business.  Though he did take note of her appearance.  It would be quite difficult not to.<br/><br/>Gwen found her voice before he did, as she said his name in a surprised tone of voice, while also inquiring about working here and Miss Sinclair.  “Gwen,” he finally managed.  “Almost ran into each other again.  And fancy seeing you here.  Yeah, um, I actually do work here, or will be come next Monday.”<br/><br/>Confirming that he was indeed on his way to the parking lot (though she called it a car park – meh, same thing), he walked with her to their common destination.  Not wishing to be caught in an uncomfortable silence, he continued, “I’ll be teaching basic motorcycle maintenance, mechanics, stuff like that every Monday and Thursday.”  He was sure to not ask her why she happened to be on campus.  The less he knew about her, the better.<br/><br/>The woman was so formal.  He knew Toby would also be instilled with proper manners from now until he left his mother’s nest.  Elijah had experienced this first hand, as the tyke had first called him Mr. Primeau, then finally Mr. P.  “Uh, I’m pretty sure I can speak for her, Gwen,” he stated, “but you don’t need to keep calling her Miss Sinclair.  Mary Beth or M.B. is fine.  The kids can call her Miss Sinclair.  You shouldn’t.”<br/><br/>While Gwen considered what he said, he remembered the response to his thank you card Rosalie had delivered to him from her.  “Oh, and thanks for your note, Gwen,” he said.  “You’re right.  We’ll have to agree to disagree about the meal, but thank you again for everything.  I app-, we appreciate your generosity,” Elijah stated with a smile.  He chose to leave out the stuff about Mary Beth.<br/><br/>Since it was dark, Elijah would walk her to her car before retreating toward his own.