Guess That Is How I Know You

Chapter XII

June 5, 2016

So, this past week was interesting.

First, I had run into Evelyn—as I write it, I can see how it may not sound like that big of a deal, but then you add a few... fun facts, and it starts getting interesting.

First, I ran into her at my building.

Second, she was accompanied by Miranda, who although is still my doctor—not for long though—, has not really been very friendly ever since we got stuck in the elevator together and Nay decided to run her mouth.

Third, they too are friends, and Miranda did not like it much when she found out I was also acquainted with her girlfriend's best friend.

Fourth, this one is just so I make it clear how annoyed she must have felt. Apparently, the doctor still does not know Cecilia is my professor. So, in Miranda's eyes, I was the annoying neighbor who was there to her girlfriend when she decided to flee the scene, and who was also friends with the best friend. I am guessing she thinks I was one hell of a consistent rebound if I were to know Evelyn.

And last, but not least, dear clever Evelyn Mace, seemed to like to get on Miranda's nerves just as much as Nay. All the way until they got to the seventh floor consisted of the professor playing naïve and bathing me with compliments.

And that, oh that got Miranda fuming. Especially because Eve was focusing on how pretty and young and on my prime I looked, which for a middle-aged woman, who has birthed two kids, and feels like I am competition, I am going to guess was not exactly sunshine and rainbows.

So that was fun.

Also, I really need to get a new neurologist. The headaches are gone, and I feel great, but I should really find someone new to see me through the end of my treatment.

A couple days after I had run into Evelyn and the doctor, yesterday to be exact, once again unannounced, my favorite professor showed up on my door.

Just this time it was around eight in the freaking morning. Like, can a woman get her beauty sleep? Not that I am complaining really, after all I had just finished preparing myself some breakfast.

Cecilia was in a great mood and she looked ready to go somewhere, but not just anywhere, SHE wanted ME to go dirty biking with HER.

Of course, I was all in for that. I mean, the woman did look hot on her little outfit which I assumed she googled just to make sure it was the right fit for this.

And just when I was about to think of refusing because well, she did have a girlfriend—it was Saturday, and I would assume they spent those together—, the professor told me how she was super hyped and needed something to put all that energy on, but the most important part was that the mentioned girlfriend was out of town on a convention.

Let me just throw this here because it is not like I would say this to her face. I did not believe it for a second that there was truly any convention. I mean, I believe Cecilia believed it. She probably bought that crap without even thinking twice.

If there is anything I have learned from overhearing my mother's stuck-up friends talking to each other, is that convention is just another word for affair, and I am fairly positive before the dear doctor ventured on this sapphic relationship of hers she was exactly like those women.

But then again, it is not like I did not predict this perfect romance of theirs had an expiration date, right?

So back to what really matters.

I invited Cecilia inside to have breakfast with me. Just to clarify it, I did run to the bathroom before opening the door to try and look a more appealing version of my just-out-of-bed self.