Sara waved at the barista. She was a regular enough customer that several of them recognized her. She’d often stop and chat while waiting for her order. It was another of the things she liked about the place. It was friendly in that comforting, old-world way. Professional service was fine, but it had no charm when it was delivered with a cold crispness devoid of feeling. No, the feeling here was just right and she loved it. ‘Sara?’ She walked over to the counter where Jill smiled at her through a cloud of steam from the espresso machine. ‘Someone left a message for you early this morning. A little unusual, too’, shesaid with a twinkle in her eye. ‘Ben? Under the counter. Can you get that for Sara?’ Ben handed her a leaf. The large maple leaf was still green-tinged at the centre, fading through yellow to a burnt orange at its outer points. Written hastily in a dark brown ink across the patch of marigold was, ‘Sorry. Called away. See you soon? P.’ The keen pang of disappointment was a. After a few months in Texas he had had assignments in Germany and Hawaii and in his last letter had said he expected a transfer to Japan in the next few months. John had always wanted to see the world and now it looked like he was getting his chance.Emily often went up on her hilltop, to study or just to sit and think. John was getting what he had wanted and now she dared to hope that somehow her own dreams might come true also.She had continued to correspond with Professor Branson and he had helped her shape her studies. Some months earlier he had encouraged her to apply and had written the promised letter of recommendation. He had also said that with her SAT scores and grades she would almost certainly be admitted. Then he had pointed her in the right direction for scholarship and grant applications and she had filled out dozens. Her acceptance had, in fact, come as predicted. She had already received two small scholarships and the big ones should be announced in the next month or.
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