bite of her spaghetti, and thought, This is going to be a cake job. I don’t have to lure customers in or even try to sell anything. All I have to do is sit behind the counter and put books up. Yep! This is the best job ever! As Wyler placed her empty plate on top of his, Jezalyn said, “Hey, Wyler. Do you have a book on Greek Mythology that I could glance at? I am taking this Mythology class, it started last week, and the University bookstore says my book still hasn’t come in, and I have a paper due soon.”
Wyler’s face lit up at the thought of his books having a purpose to someone. “Yes. Since you work here, you can read anything that you find appealing, but don’t leave the shop with it.”
“Thanks! Um, may I take it back to my room?”
As he shuffled over to a shelf to extract a book he exclaimed, “Sure, I just don’t want them leaving the property; it lessens the chance of something getting damaged or lost.”
She nodded her head and took the book, “I am sure this will be helpful. Is it all right, if I return to my room? I still have some homework to do.”
“Yeah, sure. We can make a work schedule for you later. I know it is overwhelming with the excitement of moving in, going over the policies, and getting your school work in order.” With a yawn, Jezalyn thanked him for dinner and returned to her room with the book.
Once upstairs, she excitedly called Blaise to describe her new apartment and job. They compared her job to his student worker job at the school library. Blaise felt as if Jezalyn’s new job would allow her the same liberties his allowed, which was to toil away on assignments, research, and papers. They continued to talk for about half an hour or so, only hanging up to allow the mythical legend of Athena and Medusa to soothe her to sleep.
Chapter 3: My Bloody Tea
Jezalyn stirred to bright golden rays of sunlight streaming in between the slits of the old, worn blinds. No matter which way she turned, she could not seem to hide; the rays always seemed to pursue her face. She finally glanced at her watch and discovered, despite the sun-drenched awakening, she had overslept. After jumping in and out of the shower, Jezalyn wrapped her strawberry-blonde hair in a towel and rummaged through a few boxes. It only took her about thirty minutes to pull together a wardrobe selection of old denim jeans, a light green scoop neck tee, and a slim copper belt. Slipping one leg into the jeans, she stumbled back catching herself on one of the windowpanes. Her body quivered despite the warmth of sunbeams. Trying to shake off the chill, she continued to dress making sure to grab her black leather jacket before turning out the lights and heading downstairs.
“Good morning!” A smiling Jezalyn greeted Ana and Wyler, who stood beside the counter.
“Morning, did you sleep well?” inquired Ana as she continued writing on a slip of paper.
“Yes, I did. I even overslept, which is rare for me.”
Ana looked up and, without a response to Jezalyn’s comments, handed Wyler the slip of paper. “Is there anything else you want to add before I leave?” she asked.
Handing the slip back, he asked, “Could you get two bags of sugar instead of one this time?”
She snapped back, “I know I used the last of the sugar this morning, but do we really need two bags?” With a smirk plastered across his face, he nodded. Ana glowered, with slight irritation in her voice, “Sure, why not. I’ll grab two bags.” Ana smiled meekly and turned to inform Jezalyn; “I am going out to for groceries. The closest whole foods store is in Epps about twenty minutes away. If you need to pick up a few things, I would be happy to give you a ride and show you about.”
Jezalyn, excited to venture out without receiving the third degree, from her grandfather, for a change, exclaimed, “Yes! That would be great. I’ll grab my purse.”
***
As Jezalyn approached them, clutch in hand, she overheard Ana tell Wyler, “You
Wyler’s face lit up at the thought of his books having a purpose to someone. “Yes. Since you work here, you can read anything that you find appealing, but don’t leave the shop with it.”
“Thanks! Um, may I take it back to my room?”
As he shuffled over to a shelf to extract a book he exclaimed, “Sure, I just don’t want them leaving the property; it lessens the chance of something getting damaged or lost.”
She nodded her head and took the book, “I am sure this will be helpful. Is it all right, if I return to my room? I still have some homework to do.”
“Yeah, sure. We can make a work schedule for you later. I know it is overwhelming with the excitement of moving in, going over the policies, and getting your school work in order.” With a yawn, Jezalyn thanked him for dinner and returned to her room with the book.
Once upstairs, she excitedly called Blaise to describe her new apartment and job. They compared her job to his student worker job at the school library. Blaise felt as if Jezalyn’s new job would allow her the same liberties his allowed, which was to toil away on assignments, research, and papers. They continued to talk for about half an hour or so, only hanging up to allow the mythical legend of Athena and Medusa to soothe her to sleep.
Chapter 3: My Bloody Tea
Jezalyn stirred to bright golden rays of sunlight streaming in between the slits of the old, worn blinds. No matter which way she turned, she could not seem to hide; the rays always seemed to pursue her face. She finally glanced at her watch and discovered, despite the sun-drenched awakening, she had overslept. After jumping in and out of the shower, Jezalyn wrapped her strawberry-blonde hair in a towel and rummaged through a few boxes. It only took her about thirty minutes to pull together a wardrobe selection of old denim jeans, a light green scoop neck tee, and a slim copper belt. Slipping one leg into the jeans, she stumbled back catching herself on one of the windowpanes. Her body quivered despite the warmth of sunbeams. Trying to shake off the chill, she continued to dress making sure to grab her black leather jacket before turning out the lights and heading downstairs.
“Good morning!” A smiling Jezalyn greeted Ana and Wyler, who stood beside the counter.
“Morning, did you sleep well?” inquired Ana as she continued writing on a slip of paper.
“Yes, I did. I even overslept, which is rare for me.”
Ana looked up and, without a response to Jezalyn’s comments, handed Wyler the slip of paper. “Is there anything else you want to add before I leave?” she asked.
Handing the slip back, he asked, “Could you get two bags of sugar instead of one this time?”
She snapped back, “I know I used the last of the sugar this morning, but do we really need two bags?” With a smirk plastered across his face, he nodded. Ana glowered, with slight irritation in her voice, “Sure, why not. I’ll grab two bags.” Ana smiled meekly and turned to inform Jezalyn; “I am going out to for groceries. The closest whole foods store is in Epps about twenty minutes away. If you need to pick up a few things, I would be happy to give you a ride and show you about.”
Jezalyn, excited to venture out without receiving the third degree, from her grandfather, for a change, exclaimed, “Yes! That would be great. I’ll grab my purse.”
***
As Jezalyn approached them, clutch in hand, she overheard Ana tell Wyler, “You
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