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at this university.
    Susan spoke fluent Spanish and I couldn’t speak it to save my life. I did manage a few phrases, but not enough to stand before a class with a professor who thought Spanish should be the state language. I was hopeless and if I didn’t pass my finals, I would have to get a job just to get my passage back to Texas. “Whoever heard of a Texan not speaking Spanish?” Professor Hernandez said in Spanish to me as I pleaded with him to give me more time.
    Walking out of the lab, I see Susan conversing with her boyfriend Carlos who happens to be from Mexico. “How did you do?” She asked after taking a breather from kissing Carlos. He pulled her close to him as if a bed was near and they could fall into it.
    “I flunked the course.” But I wasn’t sure she heard me with Carlos almost swallowing her tongue. Susan pushed him away from her, and he stomped off, not before slapping her on the butt because he couldn’t get his way. I never knew who controlled whom. The hot Spaniard or Susan with the cool no nonsense appearance.
    “Don’t be so pessimistic. You have no right to be. You have a great family and there’s no pressure on you, unlike me. You have room to fail.” Susan had told me her story. That of having a young father and her mother dying early of cancer. Her father having to raise her when he was only eighteen. He had sent her to live with his parents until he graduated from college and she had lived with him ever since both grandparents died.
    But she was sent off to boarding schools and proceeded to get in trouble and rebel against him.
    “If I lose this scholarship, I will have to pay for college, and I can’t afford to stay here or go back home.” Susan put her arms around me and I wiped away a tear pooling in my eyes. “I want to stay in San Francisco and I want to graduate from college.”
    “I tell you what,” Susan says with a glow in her eyes. She looks at me with a curious and thoughtful glance and a secretive smile. “You can come home with me. My father is rich and he can give you a job. I’m going to Mexico to meet Carlos and his family, and I don’t want my father to know or check on me. You can distract him for me.”
    “I don’t know. How can I distract him?” I question, and I see her eyes shift around and her mind is working.
    “It will turn out fine, don’t worry, I’ll help you and you can help me.”
    “Do you think it will work, me distracting him and with what?”
    “Sure. All you need to do is muddy the waters when he discovers I’m not where he thinks I am.” Muddy the waters could mean anything, I think. I’m looking at her more confused than ever.
    “It may not be easy with a man of his age. What do I know about distracting a well-educated man thirty-something man? What would I talk about with him?” I say to her.
    “My father is a rich, good looking man, who works all the time. He hasn’t dated a woman or a young woman since he was eighteen. And I doubt if he slept with one since then. I don’t know how he could fit a woman in given his work and travel schedule. And when he’s not working, he’s dealing with me and I’ve been a handful,” she says smiling.
    “He’s been trying to keep me out of trouble since he was a young father. He thinks he owes it to me not to marry anyone. Hell, he’s thirty-six, he should be getting some. I’m not going to spend my life being just his daughter.”
    “And you want me to do what?” I say to her as she whispers in my ear, the F word, to keep the students standing near us from hearing her.
    I act as if I’m slow, and I don’t know what she’s talking about.
    “I don’t think I can do it.” She glances at me with a tight smile and tilts her head to the side.
    “You’re a woman, you’re hot and you’re young. Carlos said if he wasn’t with me, he would have tapped you when he first saw you.” I roll my eyes. Carlos? Not in a million years. He wasn’t my type. I try to reason with Susan