What did you say Your Name was? – A novel, Prologue

I called the dean’s office first thing Monday morning and cancelled my appointment.

I called home. Mom answered the phone. I told her how things had turned up.

“Didn’t I tell you not to worry?” I said.

“That’s nice. I was praying God everyday to help you. Looks like He listened.”

“Look Ma. You worry too much.”

“I can’t help it. We miss you. Take care and keep us informed. If there’s anything you want…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but I got the message.

I kept in touch with Owen after I settled in my new room. How could I forget a young man who had trusted a perfect stranger, even took me to his parent’s home as if I was his buddy?

“Need any groceries this week?” Owen would ask me over phone every Sunday.

Sometimes I would take up his offer and we would go to the store in his Renault. When back to my rooming house I would whip up a couple of omelets and he would share lunch with me. The first couple of times I burnt the eggs but then I got the hang of it. I even learned to flip the omelet in the skillet.

“Anything new from Pauls Valley?” I would ask.

Listening to Owen one would think there wasn’t much happening in Pauls Valley. His parents were devoted Christians, always busy doing something for their church.

In his senior year Owen decided to leave the dorm and stay off campus. He had found a single family ranch house with two bedrooms. He asked me if was interested in sharing it with him.

“I’ll be delighted,” I said.

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