I'll be there with bells on. So, she's from Paris?"
"Yes, but she's Italian. She grew up in Paris. She's got family here in the States too and visits periodically."
"She old like you?"
"Yes, late forties...practically DEAD!" Bette chuckles and Bailey smacks her arm lightly as though annoyed. "She arrives at 4, so be there on time. You'll probably have to take her to dinner too. There's no way I can be back here from my business meeting in time from New York. So, I'll see her the next day. She's staying at the faculty club. Ok Porter? You've got your mission...and since you can't choose to not accept it, I expect you to entertain our guest and ensure her satisfaction until I get back." Bette smiles and Bailey catches the wordplay, "Ok ok Porter...take it easy...you know what I mean..."
"Well, mission understood. I'm off then." Bette gets up. "See you Saturday."
"Bye, and thanks for this. She means a lot to me, and I hope you'll see why. I hope you guys hit it off. She'd be a really positive influence. Anyway, thanks. See you later."
Bette leaves and slowly heads off to her dorm, thinking deep thoughts as she wanders across the campus. She's not quite sure what she's thinking, but she feels lighter after talking to Professor Bailey...she always felt better somehow after seeing or talking to Professor Bailey. Bette decided that Bailey was an infatuation...well, they both decided that after the elder woman took the melato beauty under her wing as one of her best students, and, to the professor, a most interesting young woman who both intrigued her and warmed her heart. She was a kind soul, a brilliant mind, and an ineffable student...a bright light, but a sensitive one. The combination of vulnerability and exquisite energy was attractive to the old professor...students like Bette inspired her and rejuvenated her. But her attraction to the young woman ended on that plane...
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