ROLES
Jane looked at the Post-it tapered to her corkboard. Luck was definitely not on her side. Her mother sure didn’t fail on reminding her that she was to sit Mrs. Miller’s children that night. Why did it have to be that night, of all nights? She had a math test coming up the next day, and she can’t afford to fail it. After all, pilots have to be good in math. And she wanted to be a pilot.
She frowned as she remembered what had happened that morning. Tim had looked at her with that smirk on his face, seeing that she was again looking at a copy of a flying magazine earlier in the library. Jane furrowed her eyebrows together. She hated it whenever Tim acted as if her dream was so impossible. Just because she was a woman didn’t mean that her dream of being a pilot was laughable.
Because of her irritation she was unable to control herself. Jane got mad at Tim and threw the ring he gave to her back to him. Why did he have to act so chauvinistically towards her dream, anyway?
She was knocked out of her train of thought when the shrill ringing of the phone entered her ears. Jane picked it up, bracing herself for what she would hear if ever it was Tim that was calling.
Jane was not going to let herself be won over if ever Tim was going to try and convince her of anything.
“Hello Jane, is that you?”
“Yes.”
“Would you mind telling me what I did wrong?”
Jane paused for a moment, taking a breath. Nope – she wasn’t going to be taken over this time.
“You’ve got the nerve to ask that?”
“Nerve?” Tim sounded confused. “Just what did I do anyway?”
“Every time I mention being a pilot, you sneer.”
“But you don’t –”
“I don’t have the time to argue – Mrs. Miller wants me to baby-sit.”
She hung up.
With a sigh, Jane sat at the dining-room table, staring at the cover of her math book. She was having a hard time concentrating. Sure, the children were already fast asleep – they were already tucked tight in their beds, sleeping the night away, with their tummies full of food. Unfortunately for Jane though, her anger at Tim had taken hold of her too much that she had forgotten to fix herself supper. She would’ve taken food from Mrs. Miller’s refrigerator, but the Mrs. Miller didn’t leave a note saying that she was free to help herself to snack.
Jane continued to stare at the cover of her textbook. She just couldn’t study when her stomach was growling like a mad lion, making sure that it was felt and heard. But its growls were defeated by the doorbell though, making Jane peer through the window to check who had dropped by.
She fell silent – it was Tim.
Carefully she opened the door, greeted by a smiling Tim, holding out a container quite larger than normal.
“I brought you some pizza I made.”
Jane kept her silence. There he was, being thoughtful again, just like he always was. Like the time he saved some leftover fudge for her; it was like a lifesaver, since she was so hungry when he gave it to her.
Today was just like that instance, except…saltier.
“Eat up, it’s my own recipe.” He said.
“Your own recipe?” Jane asked, mouth full of pizza. Manners were of no importance anymore – she was hungry, and that’s that.
“Yes. I wanted to be a cook – a good one. A chef. I thought you’d laugh at me. I guess that’s why I kept asking you if you were sure about being a pilot. I was trying to…well, get confidence from you.”
Jane looked at him, pausing from her meal. “Tim, I wouldn’t laugh at you.”
“I’d never laugh at you either.”
They both laughed.
“How about pizza on your first flight? My pizza! And please,” Tim took off the ring off his finger, “take this back.”
So what if the ring was covered in tomato paste? There was no time to care – she was all too happy.
-plot: Alison Brookston
-#23 Alexandra Jane C. Gonzales, iv6
thank you nikki!
posted by aya-chan @ 7.9.05
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