Virginia absolutely the university, it was better than she could have imagined. What she hadn’t accounted for was the age difference. Most if not all the students in her classes were fresh out of high school. Virginia was the oldest in her literature class. After she’d realized that, all she wanted to do was hide. It had been almost three days since she visited the coffee shop. It quickly became quite clear that Virginia wouldn’t fit in with any one of her classmates. She paused, her film when she heard her phone go off on the coffee table. Reaching for the phone, she answered the call.
“Hello?” she asked, unable to hide her bored tone. “Virginia, where the devil are you” Alice asked. They ...view middle of the document...
Alice promised to be over soon with her favorite treats and tea from Rosemerta’s. After hanging up Virginia cleaned up a little.
“I know there’s something wrong with you Virginia. I can tell” Alice pointed out and took a bite of her brownie. Virginia had served them a bowl of her mother’s ice cream to go with the fudge brownies Alice bought over. She looked guiltily at her guest. “You’re right but it’s not important”
“Of course it’s important Virginia!” Alice insisted, but Virginia didn’t want to tell her the truth and risk looking stupid. Instead Virginia shook her head “No, no it’s fine. Really” She replied. Alice stared at her, unconvinced. She reached for Virginia’s hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Don’t let this intimidate you. Don’t be ashamed of who you are” Alice said, looking Virginia square in the eye. The American stared at her in surprise, how did she know? “Alice, how did you know that?” Virginia asked, flabbergasted. She had never mentioned it to anyone, much less to Alice.
“I’ve noticed. You’re avoiding social scenes and you’ve been very quiet in our World Poetry class. I know you really know the material, but you’re not willing to share…I figured it had to do with your accent. But that’s nothing to be ashamed of” Alice assured her, but Virginia didn’t feel any better, not really. Since they were already sharing she might as well get it out there, after all Alice had just about completely figured her out.
“That’s not really it, though” Virginia stared as she set her bowl of ice cream down. “Then what is it, love?” Alice asked. She still looked worried about Virginia.
“Have you noticed just how old I am, Alice?” Virginia asked, looking across at her friend who only shrugged in return. Alice looked like she didn’t understand what Virginia was talking about. “Well, no I haven’t noticed how old you are. I know you’re older than eighteen, but what does that matter?” she asked.
Virginia sighed and looked down at her hands as a slight shame cast over her. “I’m twenty-four years old” Alice moved to sit next to her and draped an arm around her shoulder and hugged her close. “So what? I’m nineteen with a son. There’s no law anywhere that you have to be eighteen to attend college Virginia. Besides you should be proud…you’re a lot smarter than some of the people in our lectures” she laughed lightly and Virginia stared at her. Alice was much more mature...