Top 10 - Diversity
Vidhi Patel has spent a large part of her childhood immersed in the world of politics. Now, after graduating from medical school and becoming a pediatrician, she has to make life-changing decisions. Get married and go down the pat...
Reading through the email, I sighed and tried to figure out if going was a good idea. I hadn't gone since I graduated high school and I always went with Vidhi. I think I've always been known as "Vidhi's friend" at any of their events. Glancing at the woefully empty calendar on the wall in my line of sight, I picked up my phone and figured there was no harm in calling her up.
Vidhi's POV:
Hearing the unmistakable notification of an email in my personal email, I put down the butter knife slathered in raspberry jelly and opened the new email, surprised to still be on their mailing list after all these years. Scanning through the email, I figured I had nothing else to do after 5 pm. Might as well, right? I wonder if I should ask Terrence to come along since it had been the one thing we both attended outside of school. Glancing at my phone, contemplating the decision until I was startled out of my daze by a distinct ringtone that could have only been one person. Putting the phone on speaker, I answered,
"Hey, Terrence. How are you?... Good, good...Yea, I actually got the same email. I was just wondering if we should go together like we used to. Are you sure? Well, if you are up for it, then I'm in. Drop by the apartment around 6:30 pm and then we can head out. See you in a few hours!"
Well, it looks like I'm going to the River Hill Democratic Club's monthly meeting.
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Terrence's POV:
Dressed in an ironed teal button down and black pants, I stood beside Vidhi's door, waiting for her to stick her feet in those death traps she calls shoes. Why she wears 4" shoes are beyond me, but knowing that convincing her otherwise was pointless. As she stepped out and locked the door behind her, I stood there and admired the way her pencil skirt was made just for her. Before I slipped off the slope of daydreams, I collected my highly inappropriate thoughts and got into the car. As we drove over to the library, I mentally scolded myself, knowing those thoughts would lead me nowhere except heartbreak and humiliation.
Entering the meeting room, we saw a blend of familiar faces and newer ones, some recognizing, others quizzically trying to figure out who we are. As we walked to the chairs after signing in, Vidhi shook many hands and hugged quite a few people that I didn't exactly remember. Once we all had taken our seats or stood near the back wall, the club president gavelled in the meeting, beginning with the Pledge of Allegiance and the obvious open floor rules.
As she droned on about the different events around the county and township as well as a few in the state, I watched out of the corner of my eye as Vidhi diligently recorded notes and marked up her agenda, her eyes lighting up at the mention of campaign volunteers and canvassers. Smiling to myself, I ended up paying more attention to her than the actual information being presented. Whoops, I missed the name and title of who was now speaking! Oh well, her notes are pretty thorough. My mind tuned in to the speaker as she announced,
