“Easy peasy, lemon squeezy,” Josie whispered as she dotted the last “i” and crossed the final “t” on her application. College-bound some twenty years too late, but back she was going. No more excuses. Her daughter was eying graduate schools, her job was about to be flushed and the last date she’d been on was with a man who’d spent the night canonizing his mother.
It was time to make some changes in her life.
Josie packed up her purse, grabbed the finished paperwork and tossed her empty Styrofoam coffee cup into the trash. Instead of requesting an application by mail or downloading one she’d gone to the school and filled it out there—reducing the chances of chickening out.
One thing she hadn’t counted on was the overwhelming fear washing over her body as she stood in line at the registrar’s office. How could she do this? She thought, holding the packet of paper up in front of her. She was too old to immerse herself in college life. Her eyes darted to the dyed, pierced and tattooed youth walking passed her—she could be each and every one of their mothers.
“All you have to do is turn it in to the lady at the desk, beautiful. It’s easy…” The hushed voice filled her head even as his large warm body surrounded her from behind—touching, yet not.
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