Michael did understand at first, then he realized that she was referring
to herself as the trophy, not the photograph.
"You were beautiful." Michael observed, then added a few seconds later.
"I mean not that I don't think you're still beautiful now...I mean..."
"That's ok," She said as she turned and headed to a large chair and sat
down. "I'll take it as the compliment it was intended to be."
Michael flushed, it seemed everytime he opened his mouth he put his foot
into it.
I was having a drink," She said as she filled up a glass that was
resting in the end table next to the chair. "Would you like one?"
"Err sure...." Michael said as he walked over and took a seat on the
couch on the other side of the end table.
"I guess you're a little surprised at seeing me like this." She said as
she handle him a glass of wine. "My life at school is very different from
the life I live at home. Its almost like I become a different person when
I walk through those school doors."
Sitting this close to her, Michael quickly realized that the drink she
had just poured was far from her first this evening.
"At home I'm just supposed to be the beautiful wife of Doctor Alan
Fitzgerald, one more monument to his achievements. I really don't have to
do anything but supervise the maid and other servants and look good for
guests."
"I thought your name was Koda, " Michael interrupted. "but you said
your husband's name is Fitzgerald."
"Koda was my maiden name, I decided to keep it as far as my teaching
credentials went." She answered. "I was a teacher before I was a wife, it
was something I wasn't going to let just slip away. He wasn't too happy
about that, let me tell you."
This was getting all too deep for Michael. Why did she suddenly feel
the need to unload her problems on him. Don't all these rich people have
psychiatrists to help them with their problems. He wished she would just
give him back his book and he could get out of here.
"But that's all going to change now, I won't be teaching after the end
of this year." She said.
Suddenly she again had Michael's attention.
"A few of Alan's colleagues suggested to him the other day that it was
inappropriate for the wife of the new head of surgery at Saint Mathews to
be wasting her time teaching. There were far too many important social
activities that went with his new position that she should be attending to.
So just like that, my teaching career is history."
"Couldn't you have worked out some sort of compromise?" Michael asked,
surprised that he was actually interested.
"You don't compromise with Dr. Alan Fitzgerald III." Arlene answered
sarcastically. "He commands and like the word from on high the little
people scurry to obey."
"Position is everything to him," She continued. "I once asked him for a
divorce since it was obvious that he never really loved me. He only said
that it wouldn't look good and it was out of the question."
Michael listened and watched in amazement as she finished her drink and
poured another. She was obvious now feeling the effects of the alcohol.
"You know, I could deal with it if he was screwing one of his nurses.
That I could fight against." She said unexpectedly. "But his only mistress
is his fame."
Michael almost dropped his drink upon hearing her remark. Never could
he have imagined his teacher using the word 'screw'.
"But I'm really wasting your time with all this, aren't I" She said as
she put down the glass, now half empty. "What you came here for was your
sketch book, not to listen to my problems."
With that she produced the book from alongside the arm of the chair. It
was obvious that she must've been looking at it prior to his arrival.
"I guess I was a little hard on you over this yesterday. Sometimes I
get a little too wrapped up in my 'teacher mode'." She said as she flipped
through the pages.
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