She was in the ladies’ room washing up, holding a wet paper towel to her flushed cheeks, when she heard the sound of a Harley outside. It couldn’t be. But with a feeling of inevitability—mixed with a little joy—she walked out into the parking lot, full of cars…and one motorcycle. John Moretti had just gotten off, in a leather jacket, jeans, and scuffed boots. No helmet, of course. She walked toward him, her heart jumping. are “What you doing here?” a guy go to church?” he teased, giving her a swift “Can’t kiss. I ran into your friend Florrie at the donut “Actually, shop and asked her where I could find you.” He was beautiful and there was nothing she wanted more than to jump on his motorcycle and ride, ride forever free. wanted to show you something.” He took her hand and “I tugged her over to the motorcycle. He opened up a compartment on the back and pulled out a pamphlet. University of the Laurel Highlands. Education program. He flipped it open to show her. right here,” he “Look, said. have a program in industrial arts education. I “They went over after the party yesterday, and there was someone there, and she said I can for sure get free tuition on the GI bill.” His words were tumbling over each other. have “They tutoring and everything.” She couldn’t help smiling at his excitement. “That’s wonderful!”
She was in the ladies’ room washing up, holding a wet paper towel to her flushed cheeks, when she heard the sound of a Harley outside. It couldn’t be. But with a feeling of inevitability—mixed with a little joy—she walked out into the parking lot, full of cars…and one motorcycle. John Moretti had just gotten off, in a leather jacket, jeans, and scuffed boots. No helmet, of course. She walked toward him, her heart jumping. “What are you doing here?” “Can’t a guy go to church?” he teased, giving her a swift kiss. “Actually, I ran into your friend Florrie at the donut shop and asked her where I could find you.” He was beautiful and there was nothing she wanted more than to jump on his motorcycle and ride, ride forever free. “I wanted to show you something.” He took her hand and tugged her over to the motorcycle. He opened up a compartment on the back and pulled out a pamphlet. University of the Laurel Highlands. Education program. He flipped it open to show her. “Look, right here,” he said. “They have a program in industrial arts education. I went over after the party yesterday, and there was someone there, and she said I can for sure get free tuition on the GI bill.” His words were tumbling over each other. “They have tutoring and everything.” She couldn’t help smiling at his excitement. “That’s wonderful!”
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