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Professor Nicholson. took a final look at his maps, his calendar, his list of supplies, and the itinerary he was to be following for the next three weeks. Next to this pile information, enclosed in a manila envelope, were copies of the same information On one side of his desk there were two smaller sealed envelopes. He smiled brightly, his mind awash with the prospect of this expedition he had been planning for more than a year. Finally, after applying for and receiving the necessary grants to support such a grand adventure, jumping through the seeming endless bureaucratic hoops and obtaining the required permits it was finally going to happen. All that remained was to meet with the associate who had been selected by the board of directors of the research company he was employed by to accompany him and collaborate his research.
It was unfortunate that Dr. Nicholson had been out of the country on anther project when the interview with the prospective candidate had taken place but he had seen the applicants resume and accompanying cover letter before hand and had been impressed. So much so that he told the board that he would be pleased if they would choose this person.
He took another look at the resume when he noticed that it was almost ten, the time he had scheduled for the meeting. He took one last glance at the resume by Professor Mike O’Meara PHD. He grinned liking the use of the more informal first name, wondering at first if it was short for Micheal. Maybe like himself he was named after his father with the following appendage the II or the III. He had always wondered why fathers did that to their children It was such a hassle and they usually ended up being called something really stupid like Sonny or Junior. That was the reason he had opted to legally change his name to Pat Nicholson.
So maybe they had something in common other than the information he had gotten from Mike’s resume and possibly the particulars Mike had most likely gleaned from his history. At any rate Pat was sure they would get along just fine on this trip.
“Professor O’Meara is here” the intercom announced and Pat got to his feet to greet his new partner.
There was a moment of silence as Pat looked into the soft brown eyes of a woman he thought he should know but he didn’t expect to be standing in the doorway to his office. What was even more peculiar was the fact that they were was paused in mid step with right hands raised in the standard greeting but not quite making the standard contact. He of course was expecting a man he didn’t know from Adam not a woman who he had some some vague rememberance of from some magazine article or newspaper picture he had sometime in the not to distant past glossed over. Tthe reason for his reaction was obvious but what was the meaning of hers? The moment was followed by a rather weak and indecisive hand shake and Professor Nicholson spoke first in a rather subdued voice. “Sit down. Pardon my … “ He wanted to say rudeness but he really hadn’t been rude. Instead he left the sentence unfinished, and started again just as indecisively. “It’s just that I thought…not having met you before….’’That you were… a man.”
“God.” he thought “He really blew it this time,” and immediately remembered an old adage his father liked to quote “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned “
“Obviously I’m not.” The woman replied. She seemed more amused than angry. Her smile was curious as she added "Tell me, why would that make a difference?
Pat knew he was on the defensive but dug himself in deeper when he responded. “Well no…I guess not… except that… well … the situation… I mean living in the jungle for three weeks, close quarters, no privacy… she was grinning now and Pat knew it was time to shut his mouth. He knew she had the upper hand and he knew another tort response was on her lips.
"Would you rather be sharing those close quarters with a man?”
Yes… I mean, No… Oh hell… does it really make a difference I mean I’m not homophobic and what really counts is that we both know what were doing here… I mean… your credentials…speak highly of you… you’re the best person for the project.
His clumsy compliment must have softened her as she leaned forward and stuck out her hand. Her face took on a more serious look as she spoke “My name threw you, obviously The applications and forms these days, no requirement for age or gender. My first names Mike, short for Michael. Good to meet you Pat. It’s short for Patrick I assume.’
As she moved a note fell from her lap to the floor and floated under. Pat’s desk. “I’ll get it.” he said after he had felt her firm grip and returned it with one of his own.
"Oh, it’s nothing, just a memo to myself reminding me of this meeting. “Mike said as Pat got to his knees and retrieved the note. Pat couldn’t help reading to, himself the brief message “Meeting with Patricia ( Pat ) Nicholson Thursday, 10.OO.sharp” as he gathered it up and returned to his chair. He chuckled when he did and saw Mike blush when he looked at her again.
“What do you find so amusing” she asked trying to hide the fact that she already knew.
Knowing that he now held the upper hand Pat couldn’t resist at least one small jab. “I guess we have something in common don’t we? It seems you thought you were going to be living with another woman for the next three weeks.”
He thought for a moment he had gone over the top again but saw her smile softly and heard her say “Touché, I guess another thing we have in common is that we didn’t do a very good job with our research first time around.”
He smiled back, "Hi Mike, I’m Pat, and you’re right this time, its short for Patrick.”
This is a closed post for Maid of Marvels and me any and all comments are welcome via pm. Pplease read and enjoy and look forward to some surprising events.
It was unfortunate that Dr. Nicholson had been out of the country on anther project when the interview with the prospective candidate had taken place but he had seen the applicants resume and accompanying cover letter before hand and had been impressed. So much so that he told the board that he would be pleased if they would choose this person.
He took another look at the resume when he noticed that it was almost ten, the time he had scheduled for the meeting. He took one last glance at the resume by Professor Mike O’Meara PHD. He grinned liking the use of the more informal first name, wondering at first if it was short for Micheal. Maybe like himself he was named after his father with the following appendage the II or the III. He had always wondered why fathers did that to their children It was such a hassle and they usually ended up being called something really stupid like Sonny or Junior. That was the reason he had opted to legally change his name to Pat Nicholson.
So maybe they had something in common other than the information he had gotten from Mike’s resume and possibly the particulars Mike had most likely gleaned from his history. At any rate Pat was sure they would get along just fine on this trip.
“Professor O’Meara is here” the intercom announced and Pat got to his feet to greet his new partner.
There was a moment of silence as Pat looked into the soft brown eyes of a woman he thought he should know but he didn’t expect to be standing in the doorway to his office. What was even more peculiar was the fact that they were was paused in mid step with right hands raised in the standard greeting but not quite making the standard contact. He of course was expecting a man he didn’t know from Adam not a woman who he had some some vague rememberance of from some magazine article or newspaper picture he had sometime in the not to distant past glossed over. Tthe reason for his reaction was obvious but what was the meaning of hers? The moment was followed by a rather weak and indecisive hand shake and Professor Nicholson spoke first in a rather subdued voice. “Sit down. Pardon my … “ He wanted to say rudeness but he really hadn’t been rude. Instead he left the sentence unfinished, and started again just as indecisively. “It’s just that I thought…not having met you before….’’That you were… a man.”
“God.” he thought “He really blew it this time,” and immediately remembered an old adage his father liked to quote “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned “
“Obviously I’m not.” The woman replied. She seemed more amused than angry. Her smile was curious as she added "Tell me, why would that make a difference?
Pat knew he was on the defensive but dug himself in deeper when he responded. “Well no…I guess not… except that… well … the situation… I mean living in the jungle for three weeks, close quarters, no privacy… she was grinning now and Pat knew it was time to shut his mouth. He knew she had the upper hand and he knew another tort response was on her lips.
"Would you rather be sharing those close quarters with a man?”
Yes… I mean, No… Oh hell… does it really make a difference I mean I’m not homophobic and what really counts is that we both know what were doing here… I mean… your credentials…speak highly of you… you’re the best person for the project.
His clumsy compliment must have softened her as she leaned forward and stuck out her hand. Her face took on a more serious look as she spoke “My name threw you, obviously The applications and forms these days, no requirement for age or gender. My first names Mike, short for Michael. Good to meet you Pat. It’s short for Patrick I assume.’
As she moved a note fell from her lap to the floor and floated under. Pat’s desk. “I’ll get it.” he said after he had felt her firm grip and returned it with one of his own.
"Oh, it’s nothing, just a memo to myself reminding me of this meeting. “Mike said as Pat got to his knees and retrieved the note. Pat couldn’t help reading to, himself the brief message “Meeting with Patricia ( Pat ) Nicholson Thursday, 10.OO.sharp” as he gathered it up and returned to his chair. He chuckled when he did and saw Mike blush when he looked at her again.
“What do you find so amusing” she asked trying to hide the fact that she already knew.
Knowing that he now held the upper hand Pat couldn’t resist at least one small jab. “I guess we have something in common don’t we? It seems you thought you were going to be living with another woman for the next three weeks.”
He thought for a moment he had gone over the top again but saw her smile softly and heard her say “Touché, I guess another thing we have in common is that we didn’t do a very good job with our research first time around.”
He smiled back, "Hi Mike, I’m Pat, and you’re right this time, its short for Patrick.”
This is a closed post for Maid of Marvels and me any and all comments are welcome via pm. Pplease read and enjoy and look forward to some surprising events.
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