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“Sorry, Bet, but your sexual fantasies don’t interest me. Now, tell me, where’s Mrs. Renton?”

There was a crash, and I felt the windows shake again, and Betty’s eyes sparkled with fury once more.

“Oh, damn, sorry Bet! I didn’t mean to!” Eric’s voice barely contained laughter.

“I hate you both!” Betty muttered angrily to herself, almost crying with rage.

“Hey! We’re still here!” Eric said, stepping away from the schedule board and parking next to me. Betty shot him a deadly look and turned away with an air of disdain, leaving him grabbing at his heart theatrically over her wrath I approvingly noted that he looked pretty good today. Clean-shaven, combed hair, although a haircut was overdue.

“Right on target, Bet! What’s the deal?” he laughed cheerfully.

“Mrs. Renton took the day off today,” Betty grumbled, ignoring Eric’s question.

What the hell, she took the day off? I should swing by my parents’ place, check on Dad while I’m at it, I thought.

“Is Mr. Mason in?” Eric asked.

“Yeah, and he’s looking forward to seeing you, our honored student!” Betty squealed sarcastically and pulled a mini version of the schedule from under Eric’s arm, on which he was enthusiastically drawing Betty’s portrait .

“Well, that’s it, I’m done…” he muttered and snatched the sheet from the girl’s hand.

I glanced at him briefly. Eric and Betty, silent and unblinking, were burning holes in each other with their eyes.

“Anything else?” Betty asked with mocked politeness, implying that it was time for us to leave her alone.

“Yeah, chestnut would suit you. I mean your hair. And also contact lenses. A change of character, job, and all that stuff…”

I chuckled and followed Eric, who was already heading for the exit. Betty was too angry to say anything. On the way out Eric slammed the door as hard as he could.

“I wouldn’t even do that to myself, Eric!” I said, still chuckling.

“Oh come on! Besides, I was telling the truth. She’d look pretty good with dark hair and…” Eric paused and smiled.

“And…?”

“And if she didn’t hide her eyes behind those stupid glasses. And… if she changed her… style. Sabrina said today that plaid shirts are in fashion, so I’d happily bring Betty a couple! I’m sure it would suit her.”