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younger than
me.
    Jackson
had told me Tara was career-driven and rising fast through the ranks of his
wife's law firm. He didn't say anything about her being nearly six feet tall
with shocking red-dyed hair cut close to her head in tight curls.
    My
blind date was indeed in a red dress that matched her hair and the black flower
pin stood out in sharp relief. After those details, she departed drastically
from the fantasy I had tried to focus on. Tara was rail thin with sharp angles
instead of curves. Instead of a sultry walk on black high heels, she smacked
her way across the gallery floor in black, leather, flip-flop sandals.
    "You
must be Ford; so nice to meet you. My name is Tara, but I think that Alice's
husband already told you that. She told me that you are a professor but that I shouldn't
expect a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches," she chattered with a
wide smile.
    "No,
I prefer just plain leather," I said, indicating my worn, black-leather
jacket.
    "It's
a good look; it matches your shiny, black hair. Oh! We're twins! We both match
our clothes to our hair." Tara let loose a loud, jittery giggle that had
people gawking.
    I
spent the rest of the art opening fending off Tara's future date plans that
included karaoke-themed house parties and feral cat rescues.
    "Thinking
about that train?" Clarity asked in passing.
    I
grabbed her wrist and dragged her back into a conversation about Tara's
bathroom grout. "I'm so sorry, Tara, but the Dean of Students has offered
to do a one-on-one interview for the student paper. Now is the only time he
has."
    "Oh,
that's sounds exciting," Tara said.
    "Actually,
no, it's a pretty straight-forward piece. Right, Clarity? I have to help the
students prepare their questions." I caught Clarity's eyes with a
desperate glance.
    She
puckered her lips but finally smiled. "Yes, I'm sorry, but we need
Professor Bauer right away."
    "Sure,
okay, call me!" Tara called as I pretended Clarity was leading me away.
    The
other students had already gathered their notes and headed home. We slipped out
the exit and around to the back parking lot as the campus art gallery closed
up.
    "Thanks,
I owe you."
    Clarity
raised an eyebrow at me. "Not very mature, Professor Bauer."
    "How
about I give you money for ice cream and you keep quiet, kid?" I teased
her right back.
    She
crossed her arms and smiled. "How about you give me a ride home instead?"
    I
bristled, worried that she planned to get me in trouble. Then I looked at her
and relaxed. Everything about Clarity was open and honest. She was tired and
wanted to ditch the campus gathering before her father was done shaking
everyone's hand twice.
    "Sure."
I opened the car door for her. "Climb in."

 
     

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    CHAPTER
THREE
    Clarity

 
    " This isn't happening, it's not possible." I stood up and
circled the pink trunk used as a coffee table.
    Jasmine
lounged on the compact, white sofa in her dorm room and tried not to smile. "Just
because it's never happened before doesn't mean it's not possible," she
said.
    I
scratched at my throat and couldn't catch a deep breath. "Is this how
people feel? Really? It's terrible. Like an avalanche and volcanic eruption all
at the same time."
    "You
know, your father thinks you're so straight and narrow because he's never seen
you like this," Jasmine said.
    "I've
never seen her like this," Lexi called from the minute bathroom. "All
hot and bothered. I think that Professor Bauer has got her number."
    "Don't
change the subject," I groaned and flopped down on the sofa next to
Jasmine.
    Lexi
marched into the middle of the dorm room and planted her hands on her hips. "Relax,
Clarity, it's just a D+."
    I
tossed the offending article on the pink trunk and covered my face with both
hands. "I can't believe he gave me a D+."
    Jasmine
hooked the article with one, long arm and flipped through the pages. "His
comments are really insightful. Man, I wish my English professor wrote half