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THE DEPARTURE of her aunt and Beth was on a Monday morning, and Lou had traded her morning shift at the diner to an evening one, so she could properly say goodbye.
Beth had won the tournament, and in the previous afternoon, they'd gone shopping the three of them to celebrate. Lou had bought Beth a lovely cream cardigan with pearls as buttons, and Beth had hugged her before leaving.
It'd been a lovely weekend, even considering the glaring presence of one arrogant chess player at the beginning of it.
Lou would now have to go back to her same old life, classes, work, and the eventual outing with either Donna or one of her classmates. Preferably not Donna, unless Lou was after a wild night out.
Her after lunch class had just ended, and Lou had another book on her list to read for an assignment.
"Miss Benson?"
Lou had been making her way out of her classroom, where she'd just had a lovely lecture on creative writing, given by one of her favorite professors.
"Yes, Professor Watson?"
The older woman was one of two of their female teachers in the English Department, and she was Lou's personal favorite. The other one, Professor Holloway, was of the mind that no good literature had been written after the First World War, which resulted in her classes being less about History of Literature and more about debates amongst students and herself.
"Do you have a minute?"
Lou nodded her affirmation and walked back into the classroom, which was now empty save for her and the professor.
"I wanted to talk to you about your ambitions after graduation," Professor Watson said, gathering papers that were strewn in her desk into a neat pile.
"I'm not sure yet," Lou told her honestly.
The maximum Lou could plan head was a month, and even then, two weeks was a more safe bet. Asking her what she wanted to do after she had her diploma was like asking her about rocket science, she knew it was about rockets and science, but nothing else. Lou had ideas, but she always had those.
"Well, if you're interested in following an academic route, I'd suggest getting a master's." Lou was handed a pamphlet, and she tilted her head as she read the words on it.
"New York University?"
"You have family there, right?" Lou nodded. "They're offering scholarships for master's degrees, and as an alumnus, I was asked to scout possible candidates."
Lou's gaze snapped back to Professor Watson, and she almost gaped at her. "And you're thinking of me?"
Lou wasn't exactly humble, but she wasn't of the mind that she was anything special either. The whole reason she came to Cincinnati to study was that she got a discount because her father had been an alumnus here, and Lou didn't think a scholarship was within her grasp. They usually gave those to the jocks, which, sure, made a little sense since they probably wouldn't be able to attend if they were required to do so on the account of purely brains, but it made people like Lou, who couldn't run more then a minute without stopping, and had ridiculously short legs, be at a disadvantage when it came to financial assistance unless they were geniuses, which Lou was not.
