Safe Passage Read Online Free PDF

my first girlfriend to reassure her, before I was out to my parents."
    Jules dropped the beignet in her hand and it fell into the water. "Your ..."
    Gen had been watching Jules' face carefully and she laughed at her reaction. "Wow, you really had no idea? That explains a lot. I thought you weren't interested."
    Jules was still having trouble with English and stared at Gen with wide eyes, only getting occasional words out. "You're ... me ... interested ... of course ... have you seen you?"
    "You're cute, Jules, clueless, but cute. But you need to pull it together, your big boat is coming back and you need to get up to the school. Think about the thing about E being a woman." Running one hand along Jules' back, Gen went back to her car. Jules took a long pull on her coffee and grinned like a fool as her coxed eight team came up bringing their boat.
    At 7:30, Jules pulled up to the school proper and ran to her office to change. She ran her fingers through her hair, arranging it after the wind had done a number on it, and stowed the coaching clothes in the closet, then walked to the faculty room for coffee. She knew she'd talked to people this morning, but she couldn't remember anything except Gen saying she was cute.
    She walked into the staff room with her coffee mug and headed directly to the coffeepot. She looked around, but Gen wasn't there. She did see her friend Mike, who taught history and coached basketball.
    "Jules," he said. "How's it going? What cup are you on, nine or ten?"
    "You know, Mike, when you start having practices at six a.m., then you get to complain about my coffee intake."
    "So." He handed her the coffee pot. "I heard a rumor about you, you know. And the way you're grinning like the Cheshire cat on ecstasy, makes me think it's true."
    "Oh?" Jules asked as she tried to school her expression, but wound up just laughing.
    Mike went to straighten his red tie, but he just succeeded in making it more crooked. "Yeah, I heard you were making a very successful play for a certain blonde French teacher who looks like a naughty librarian."
    Jules shook her head and straightened the tie for him. "And who'd you hear that from?"
    "Angie."
    "Shit. Look, man, nothing's happened. It's ... ambiguous."
    "Yeah, right, the ambiguously gay duo. Man, sometimes being your lesbro is just disappointing."
    "Just, give me a few days to figure out what's going on."
    "Fair enough, Jules. See you in the gym later?"
    "Yeah, my girls have to weight train today. Later, man."
    Jules walked back to her classroom and sat down at her computer. She glanced down at her phone and, unfortunately, didn't see a text from Gen. She wished she'd gotten her number in return. First bell rang and students started filing into her room. She opened her lesson plan for the day and started her warm-up activity.
    Once her students started their practice problems to follow up from their lesson, Jules opened her faculty e-mail, and wrote a quick note to Gen.
    *~*~*
    Gen looked at her computer screen as it dinged with a new e-mail in her faculty account. She opened it and read:
    From: Julianne Delacroix
To: Genevieve Dubois
Re: Early Morning Drive-by
    Gen,
    Thanks again for the coffee and beignets. Want to meet up for lunch, today?
    --Jules
    Gen grinned as she read the email. She had purposely avoided the faculty lounge that morning, as she didn't want to run into Jules in front of her coworkers so soon after giving the green light. She had to admit she'd been surprised Jules hadn't read the signals she'd been sending. She'd hoped when Jules showed up with the letter it was a ruse to spend time with her. She looked at her students, still working on the conversations they had to present to the class and replied to the e-mail.
    *~*~*
     Jules was about to tell her students that their time was up and start having them grade their assignments when her computer alerted her to a new email. She opened it and read:
    From: Genevieve Dubois
To: Julianna Delacroix
Re: Midday