Are You Alienated (part seven)

Are You Alienated (part seven)

Are You Alienated
(part seven)










She had popped her head round Dr. Slater’s door; judged, by his face, that he knew her, but hadn’t placed her at once…and that the mental file drawer in which he’d first rummaged for a clue was labeled, “Nuisances, female.”

“I’m Minta.”

“Mrs. Castelberry.” He recovered, smiled, stood and offered his hand. “Please have a seat.”

Caring for some reason not to offend, by noticing the seat in question was coffee stained, Minta hunched her shoulder, let her bag fall, then slid her fingers over the upholstery while scooting the bag aside. The seat was dry…and a little sticky. Coffee with sugar.

“I had no idea you were interested in the Dardanelles,” he began.

She’d got as far as the flicker of a smart comeback…and decided the safest answer merely: “Ah…”

“Dr. Slater!” A student burst through the open door, backpack slung over one shoulder, bandanna worn as a headband, strands of hair caught up in its knot. The issue she had come to discuss was urgent.

“I took the course you’re teaching this term…301…Jen?” She patted the backpack and pulled out a phone, nodded when Slater nodded, checked a text.

“…from the professor who taught it last term. And then I missed the final. Here.” She held the phone, screen out. “I had the flu…really bad. This is from my doctor. You can call.”

Could he give her the final? Slater could…but finals must be proctored. She might take it in a few days, while his other students were taking their mid-term…No? Well, if special arrangements were necessary…

Minta pushed her earbud in tighter; she was making herself smile. She swayed slightly—not embarrassingly, she hoped—and sang under her breath.


Every one of us needs some understanding


She had, lately, rediscovered a taste for the music of her youth.

While Slater and his student negotiated, Minta thought of Torbay. He was not a boring writer, but she could read in his style a certain insinuating undertone. Torbay―as pictured on his book jacket (and as posed by the photographer), had the demeanor of an important male author, the face of an egotist. Something about the eyebrows, the serious forehead, Minta decided. Torbay wore a turtleneck under a houndstooth hacking jacket; he leaned towards the camera looking at the reader over his glasses. You and I, his face confided, realize this is all a bit silly.




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Are You Alienated: part seven

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(2015, Stephanie Foster)



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