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The Reconciliation

Charlie eased his way through the door. “Professor Thompson. Scarlet.” he said, suprised. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I need to talk to you Scarlet.”
“What do you suppose we are doing now, then?” she replied sarcastically.
“You know what I mean.”
“Do I?”
“Just talk to me, damn it!” She followed him into the other room. “What?” she wanted to know. He sat on the couch and began rubbing his eyes. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t…things came up. There’s been an increasing amount of robberies…you know my ‘job’. Of course, Dr. Lamb doesn’t allow me to just…I’m sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“When did you and Professor Thompson become such good friends?”
“None of your business.”
“It’s all right, Kyle told me. I just wish it were me.” Scarlet blushed. “Holden. His name is Holden.” Upon hearing his name, Holden walked in. “You guys okay?” he asked. They nodded their heads. Holden sat down next to Scarlet. “I’m glad.” he said as he pecked her cheek. Charlie turned crimson. He shifted in his seat. “Yeah, glad.”

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