* * * ‘What if it’s Jake?’ Sandee offered. In spite of herself, Violet’s head automatically twisted toward Jake, the young negro cook behind t...e counter, behind the service window. He was bustling around, as he always did, sweating like an animal over the heat of the stove, working frantically to fill the orders and avoid Mr. Ashton’s wrath for being too slow, or making too many mistakes. Violet’s only answer was an angry glare at the countertop. ‘No way, it couldn’t be. No way.’ ‘But what if. I had a student and teacher meeting with Kelly. She’s such a wonderful student and young lady isn’t she? And you can call me Helen.’ After she said that last bit, about being called Helen, it dawned on me that she never referred to me by anything other than Mr. Jones before this morning. What was up with that and was there something I didn’t know going on here? I had a feeling I’d soon find out. ‘Yes, Kelly is a tremendous student. Unfortunately I don’t have her in any of my classes, but from. . I ... I need to ask you something." Sure."Alice hoped he wasn't going to ask to kiss her, or some such. That ... wasn't allowed. She had asked. Personally, she would have liked spending time with the boy that way. She liked him. Tom got to be with two girls, so why shouldn't she be with two boys?Wisdom thought otherwise.Zak let out a sigh."I've been talking to someone. A girl." Zak. Zak, Zak, Zak, Zak, Zak."Krissy sat at the table, head in her hands. The baskets of produce were on the cabin. It hurt for a moment but soon began feeling great as I felt the muscles melting out of their knots. oh, ohhhhhhhh… oh yeah. Thats oh thats great. Mmm. I could feel her smiling as she moved to my shoulders. Jamie laughed a little then suddenly got serious. You hold all your stress in your back, dont you? She said as she finished with my right shoulder and started on my left. I dont know. I guess. How, oh ohh ohhhhh, how much stress could I re-reallyyyyyy have? I mean, school gets, yeah right.