Ok, I know what you will say: Im an idiot. Let me try to explain my position though. Maybe you will understand then. Most of the time I must agree with your judgement that I am a damned fool for complaining about the situation I find myself in.
It started after I enrolled at college. I decided not to live in any dormitory and found a cheap single bedroom apartment about a mile from the campus. It had a small bathroom with a shower and a kitchenette with a two burner stove and a miniscule fridge. The building owner had three similar apartments, and the other two went to students also. She also had a fifteen year old daughter. The young daughter, Maureen, was the problem.
Maureen wanted to earn some money by cleaning the apartments once a week, and her mother kept hinting that her daughter did a good job. In spite of my tight budget, I finally acceded to the mothers hints and agreed to pay Maureen ten dollars a week for a cleaning. As it turned out, she did a good job, and I always arrived home from my classes on my cleaning day to find that everything was cleaned, dusted, picked up, straightened out... nothing at all to complain about.
Maureen did my room right after school, and I came home one day, after a class had been unexpectedly cancelled, to find her still busy in my little flat. Maureen turned out to be a little cutey. I had not noticed this before, but, when she greeted me at the door in her smudged t-shirt, disarrayed hair, and tattered shorts, I felt my heart surge. I must have stood there in my own doorway for two minutes staring at her. The way she looked froze me, and I will always have that image in my mind. I realized, when I finally came to my senses, that the young girl was staring at me too. Maureen got a grip on herself just a second or two later.
"Oh, Mr. Aikens, I didnt know that you would be coming back so soon."
"Thats all right, Maureen," I said, "My class was cancelled. Do you want me to disappear for a while, so you can finish up... Læs hele novellen
