...................Jane sighed as she sat in class. Goodness, what a bore, she thought toherself as she twirled a finger of her dark locks while makin... aneffort, in vain, to pay attention. She was grateful to Sister Nancyfor allowing her to attend Pierre St. Romanie, a city private schoolon an 'hardship scholarship' as a junior, but she grew bored of schoolmore often then not. She knew she was smart, but every school day wasa drag; she would spend more time counting down the minutes on. We think, when I'm ready, you should be the one."I remembered when Robbie had said almost the same thing. "But I thought... ?" That I was a lez?" No, that you were in love with Robbie?" I was, I am. At least I think I am. But she's not in love with me. She's in love with... She's not in love with me." But you two..." I stammered. Then I thought, 'Robbie's in love? Who the hell is Robbie in love with?'"We have fun. Let's just leave it at that." Okay." Unless you want to join us for real?. Old money. High school education vs. PhD from Yale. Skirts vs. slacks. Tea vs. coffee. They do not even like the same music. Naturally, they became inseparable.First they had to bring a gaggle of college kids home from the airport. I get a headache thinking about it.Sheila:On the trip to Newark, the one saving grace was that George was driving. Sean and I could at least sit together and practice kissing. I discovered that little nibbles along the jaw line drove me crazy. Sean seemed to like. I was the oldest one there, not the usual age for a temp, all the others tended to be young, use it for what it was & then bugger off, not really finding out about the jobs or the people , not interested. I was considered quite unique both in the agency & the jobs, I liked that take it as a compliment, took my time to get to know the people & the jobs. I liked the variety, different people, different types of offices, different ways of doing accounts. Then this one changed that, felt different,.