Page 5 - BornToRun
P. 5
“Cashmere? Like in a sweater?” I asked. She laughed. “Yes, like the sweater.” She then went on to tell me that Cashmere was not only on his way already, but the men that she shipped him with had called her from a rest stop in Ogden and said they would be in Logan in about an hour. “You are to meet them at the gas station at 5000 West Main,” she said. When I hung up the phone, Hannah was standing behind me. She had heard my end of the conversation, and the worry showed in her face. Her voice quivered slightly as she spoke. “Brenda didn’t go and buy a mean stallion again, did she?” I shrugged. “I don’t know the whole story yet, but it sounds like it.” “But the last one . . .” Her voice trailed off in anxious concern. We both remembered well the last one, but no one remembered more than I did. ******************************** I met Brenda not long after I had arrived in Cache Valley. When I came to Utah State University to attend graduate school, the professor responsible for hiring graduate students to teach called me to his office. Even though I had sent my application by certified mail months before the deadline, he claimed it had arrived late, and for that reason I hadn’t received the teaching fellowship they had promised. He said I could teach three classes instead of the normal one to increase my salary, but that would still only bring my pay up to half of what the others received on their fellowships only teaching one class. 2
   1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10