The Weight of Words (The WORDS Series) Read Online Free PDF

act three, scene two. Hamlet’s speaking to Horatio after confirming Claudius’s guilt with the Mousetrap Play.”
    He looked at me quizzically. “I see you’ve regained the ability to articulate clearly, Miss Price. This must be damn good coffee.” He offered me another wonderful smile and headed off to reclaim his seat, busying himself with his papers and leaving me utterly breathless.

Chapter 5
    Friend or Foe?
    These are certain signs to know
Faithful friend from flattering foe.
( Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music )
    J ULIE A RRIVED A T T HE C OFFEE S HOP a few minutes later in all her bun-headed glory.
    “I’m sorry I’m late. I’m all kinds of fail this morning.” She grimaced apologetically as she squeezed between the tables to reach me.
    “No worries. You can buy me a second coffee to redeem yourself.” I grabbed my coat and backpack and waved my empty mug. “Do you want to grab one to go and we can head upstairs to sit in the library or something? It’ll be more comfy.”
    Truthfully, staying in the coffee shop would have been fine under normal circumstances, but knowing Daniel was four tables away made me self-conscious. I wanted to get caught up with Julie without being distracted by soulful blue eyes and dimpled smiles. Julie agreed, leading the way back to the coffee bar.
    As we approached the doors that led to the main floor hallway of Hart House, I allowed myself one final glance across the café. Daniel was typing away, completely engrossed in his work and oblivious to everything around him. I secretly wished he’d notice me leaving—my yoga pants did fabulous things for my ass and legs—but I sure as hell wasn’t going to continue staring over my shoulder to see if my wish was granted.
    Julie and I made our way to the second floor library—more appropriately termed a reading room—one of my favorite spots on campus. Red leather couches and wing-back chairs allowed plenty of people to sit in comfort around the room, and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves covered every wall.
    Students frequented the library between classes to study, do homework, chat with friends, and sometimes nap on the couch in front of the fireplace. Since the first time I’d stepped inside the reading room, it had fed into my romantic sensibilities, transporting me to another era and conjuring thoughts of Jane Austen novels. Today, however, the rows of bookshelves elicited much naughtier images than Jane Austen would have dared put to paper.
    I banished thoughts of Dream Daniel whispering provocatively in my ear and flopped down on a couch by one of the large bay windows.
    “I was so happy when I heard your voice in class yesterday,” Julie said, squeezing my hand warmly. “I’ve missed hanging out with you.”
    “I know! It’s been a busy year, and I’ve been hard core with the school work, but that’s no excuse. I’m glad we reconnected,” I said. “Why didn’t I know you were taking this course? I remember comparing classes with you in September.”
    “I switched out of a classics half-course at the last minute. My course load is brutal. I needed something a little more familiar. Although, when I heard Cara’s annoying valley-twang yesterday, I seriously considered running to the English Department office to switch back to classics. I can’t stand that girl or her giant boobs.”
    “That wouldn’t be sour grapes, would it? No pun intended,” I added, gesturing to Julie’s rather flat chest. She was a dancer and one of those extremely athletic girls who exercises so much she loses her curves. All the more reason to be a couch potato, in my opinion. I wouldn’t characterize myself as overweight by any stretch of the imagination, but fitness wasn’t exactly my forte.
    “Yeah, now that you mention it, I guess I wouldn’t mind a little extra in the boobage department.” She pouted playfully before changing the subject. “So what’s your take on the class? You know Professor Brown, right? Is he decent?