John Olivet sat comfortably in the back of his parked limousine, tapping at the pad in his hand. It was a bit of idle time and he was reviewing his notes, adding a detail here and there or highlighting a point he wanted to stress at tomorrow's board meeting. A discreet chime sounded on the pad, politely telling him it was 3:35 pm.
As his driver knew that John preferred to handle his own door at this place, John opened it and stepped onto the grass. He inhaled the early autumn air, warmed by a bright sun as he surveyed the collection of other vehicles parked in the lot at the Lillyfield Day School for girls.
Although his was the only limo here today, the collection of high-end cars bespoke of the wealth of the parents who sent their female offspring to this elementary school. There were late models of less refined cars - decent quality, yes, but those which were used by nannies and a few others.
An older, battered Mazda stood out as did the thin young woman standing by it, nervously chewing a fingernail. Definitely not hired help - no one in John's circles would employ someone in that condition, let alone entrust a child to that rusting collection of parts sagging on a suspect suspension.
However, every year there were a few scholarship students, ones who had passed exams open to the public for a chance at free tuition and coverage of the accompanying costs of attending Lillyfield. It was good public relations and all and having such bright students who often succeeded spectacularly in their later academic life was good for the school's reputation.
John had noticed the haggard woman the few other times he had come since the start of the school year. She must have been the mother of one of the scholarship girls although John couldn't recall any family of a scholarship winner being in such apparent dire straits when his daughter attended here.
As the sounds of young, high voices filled the air, John turned his attention to the streaming flow of red and white pouring from the front doors. The standard student uniform was a red plaid pleated jumper dress over a white blouse for the younger ones and red skirts of similar pattern with white blouses for the older ones. At first, the girls who appeared were in the older grades but soon enough, out came the kindergartners. Their size and their excited hopping gait made it apparent.
Leaning back, John waited for his granddaughter, Evie. She never knew when he was going to retrieve her instead of her mother or one of the maids and was always very pleased with the surprise. A piping shout and the sight of the girls whose shoulder length brown locks were bobbing as she jumped told John he had been spotted.
Evie sped his way, her caramel-colored eyes sparkling but nearly overwhelmed by her smile. Another girl was with her, a petite blonde who tried to keep pace as Evie pulled her by the hand. Only when she was close to John did Evie let go of the other girl and leap into her grandfather's waiting arms and reward him with a kiss.
"Grandpa!" she squealed delightedly before she pointed to the other girl. "This is Sasha. She's my best friend - ever!"
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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