Across the Pond

Chapter 47

As soon as I got back home on Sunday, Amanda would not shut up until I told her everything about the tip.  I think I was more excited to tell her than she was to heat it, but she still "oo-ed" and "ah-ed" at all my pictures and new clothes, shoes, and jewelry.  I left out the part about having sex with Harry because I don't even know to think of it myself, let alone explain it to her. 

Amanda seems really happy for me and I'm glad I have her support.  She still jokes on me ,but it's all in good fun. 

Harry is here to pick me up to bring me to work like he always is ever Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  It's back to work for us today which kind of sucks, but at the same time, I feel like it's been longer than a week that I've been part of the real word.  Being with Harry is like a fairytale, my favorite fairytale, but sometimes, I still don't think it's real.

"Good morning, beautiful" he greets happily and pecks me on the cheek.  "Amanda" he nods and she sarcastically nods back.  It's really funny to watch their exchanges.  She would never admit it to his face, but I think she actually likes seeing him around even though they bicker over anything and everything almost every time he's here. 

I finish tieing my hair back with a white ribbon that matches my white Marlin Monroe style dress and take a last look in the mirror before leaving with Harry. 

He holds my hand while driving and makes small talk along the way.  "Have a good day back in that hell house" he jokes and leans across the arm rests. 

"Make me some good scones today" I joke back and lean closer to him so our faces are almost touching. 

"Your wish is my command."  He brushes a piece of hair from my face and kisses me goodbye. 

"Love you" I peck his lips one last time before grabbing my bags and making my way--as slowly as possible--into the school. 

The kids are so energetic and are running around the room asking each other about the break.  Graham doesn't fail to come to me to ask, "Ms. Tori, what did you do over the break?"

A wide smile cross my face as I remember the trip, ""Hmm, what didn't I do is more the question.  I went to the Eiffel tower, Roman Colosseum, shopping, beach, a fashion show.  What about you?"

His little jaw is gaping open, "Woah, you did all that?"  Something about his voice makes it seem like he's now embarrassed to tell me his story.  Duh, 6th graders don't have millionaire boyfriends who like to spoil them.  I quickly cover up, "No honey, I was just kidding.  Well except for the beach and shopping part.  What'd you do?"  He perks back up and proceeds to tell me about his vacation and I do my best to act interested.

Soon I have a flock of students around me, all talking about their break.  The bell rings and I start the day.  Gosh being back at work stinks.  I'd much rather be laying on the beach--even though I can't stand the beach.  It would still be a lot more relaxing than managing a class full of 11 year olds. 

I have lunch with Jessica and Mrs. Williams and we talk about our first day back after the break.  Jessica tells us about the plans she made for her wedding over the summer.  She invited me to come back, but I don't know if I can; I have to work all summer.  She tries batting her dark brown lashes, but I just shrug.  I would love to, but I don't know what the summer will bring.

The rest of the day seems to pass so slow and I can't wait to get home, eat, and go to sleep.  When i walk outside, I don't see Harry's car.  I look around for a second, then decide to call him.  The answering machine almost picks up, but then I hear a disorganized voice.  "Yes?"

"Harry?" I plug one ear to try to block the sound of kids running by.

"Yea.  Who's this?"  It still sounds like he's distracted by something-- there are even voices in the background yelling.