this morning #1209.

this morning, margie asked me to meet her at the hall for her morning coffee. little old me. we don’t really have coffee together like this, so i’m definitely curious. nervous? for the life of me, i’m not at all sure what to expect. that’s more how i feel. tentative? maybe that’s it. what could she possibly have to say to me? she heads up our study group. clear choice to lead. wears these fancy-looking beads. if i had to guess, i’d say she’s twenty years younger than me. commanding. rumor is that she comes from money. i try to be nice to her. i honestly do. i’ve only said one negative thing about her ever. i fear that she may have finally found out. i really really hope that’s not what this is about.