Silence followed Mary’s vocal cords. As usual, her voice enjoyed its sound more than the student it were aiming for.
The vocal cords were not rewarded with a response, even at the heightened level. Why is it that she had thought larger proportions would bring a head nod or at least an eye roll from him? After all, her weight gain hadn’t made her husband look twice at her; which didn’t make sense really given that he regularly ogled the waitress with the large rear-end at the bakery.
Shaking off this thought, Mary walked over to Brian’s desk and tapped her red fingernails on his desk. He jumped in his plastic yellow chair and turned his head up toward her frowning face.
“Did you hear my question to the class?” she asked him.
His mind fumbled like it was holding a football on an ice-cold day. Words came and went in his mind – “mimic,” “Beethoven,” “choral,” “Symphony 9” and “score.” Lines scattered between the words but no web formed.
“I just – “
Mary caught up faster than him. “I just – I just know what you were going to say.” She smirked and reached down for the notebook in front of him. She took it into her hands and read from it, not at all surprised with the words that met her eyes. She read aloud,
“He was taking steps up into the spaceship, anxious for the trip ahead. He hadn’t seen the aliens for a while and wondered if they still remembered the secret handshake.”
Mary left off the next sentences and instead tossed the coil notebook back onto the desk. She pretended not to hear the other students giggling around them or Brian’s red cheeks.
“Do you think Beethoven would approve?” she asked him, finishing off the question with a smile. The laughter got louder from the surrounding students. “Would he approve of aliens and such?”
Looking down at the notebook, Brian wondered how she would react if he were to tell her the secret of last summer; the secret of the conversation on the glittering silver ship that spun into the park that night. He took a deep breath and looked up into her eyes.
“They’re on their way,” he said, with an even tone. “And they know how mean you are to me.”
“Ooooh I’m scared,” Mary said, laughing as she used a high-pitched mocking tone. She turned around, heading back to the front of the room, her clicking heels accompanying her assured frame.
As Brian turned his notebook back toward him, he tuned out the laughter around him. Picking up his pen, he wrote three more words onto the open page –
You never know.