ONE AFTERNOON, A FEW
DAYS LATER, AT THE PAGE TURNER BOOKSTORE
Grace Davis looked intently as she slowly
moved down the racks of books. A smile of joy leapt across her face as she
found the exact volume she'd been searching for. She pulled the book off
the shelf and began to read the beautiful words. As she slowly turned to walk away,
she suddenly collided with another customer. Quickly looking up from her
reading, she was surprised to see Trevor Callison standing in front of
her. "Oh! Trevor, I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where
I was going."
"That's alright, Grace." He
stepped back to look at her and smile. He found it rather amusing how she
could get so flustered merely by bumping into someone. He glanced down to
see what book she'd been so involved in. He smiled again when he realized
that it was Callison Publications' latest collection of poetry. "I
didn't realize you were so into reading poems."
"Well, I didn't used to be. We were
studying this one poet in English class and his work really spoke to me. I
had to find out what else he'd written." Trevor leaned over to see
the author's name.
"Jefferson MacCauley! He's one of my
favorites. I think he has lots of potential to become quite renowned later
on. I even got to meet him once.
Father convinced him to let me do
an article on him for The Post. He's a fascinating man."
"Wow!" Grace's eyes grew big at
the thought of actually meeting someone famous. "I can't believe you
actually met him! I just love how he compares the love he feels for his
lady to the seasons. That's how I want to feel someday."
"Surely you have boys knocking down
door to get to you." Trevor looked at her and studied her every
feature. Her blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight that poured in through
the big front windows of the shop. He looked deep into her eyes and was
quick to notice that, although bright blue and filled with innocence, a cloud of
knowledge beyond her years hung there. He couldn't help but wonder where
an air of such worldly experience could have come from. She blushed
slightly before shaking her head.
"No, that would be Stephanie
She's the one in school all the boys want to take out. I'm the one they
all want to have help with their English assignments." She thought
about what it would be like to have guys actually knocking down the door to get
to her and laughed. No, boys wouldn't be running over one another to take
her to a movie.
"Then the boys you know are complete and
utter fools." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Just wait
until they get a little older and realize what a true prize you are."
"Thank you." She blushed again at
the compliment. "Well, I've really got to get home. I've got a
test tomorrow in Algebra and I need to study."
"Well, good luck on it." She
waved to him as she proceeded to the cashier to pay for the book. As
Trevor watched her, he began to wonder why he couldn't empty his head of
thoughts of Grace. She was so sweet and innocent and pretty, but he loved Lorraine. Well...at least he thought he did. Why, now, were thoughts
of Grace blocking out all thoughts of Lorraine?