Free Sorority Sisters by Claudia Welch Page B

blue eyes filled with sympathy. “I know you really wanted that.”
    â€œI did, but when you get a D in Navigation and then almost hurl during a mock dogfight, that’s the end of that,” I say. Doug Anderson sat next to me in Navigation, but Doug is not the reason I got the D.
    â€œWhat are you going to do now?” Laurie asks.
    â€œBesides avoid Navigation? I’ll think of something,” I say.
    â€œThere’s always men. You could find a nice guy to distract you,” Karen says.
    â€œRight. Just what I need,” I say.
    â€œHey,” Ellen says. “You’ve got that look. Who is it? You like somebody. Spill.”
    â€œYou do! You do have that look,” Karen says. “Tell us everything. We want every single detail.”
    â€œFeel free to leave out a few details,” Laurie says, grabbing for her cigarettes.
    â€œThere’s nothing to tell,” I say.
    â€œIgnore Laurie. Tell us,” Ellen says. “And make it good.”
    â€œBut no pressure or anything,” Karen says with a chuckle.
    â€œYou might as well. They’ll hound you to the gates of hell until you do,” Laurie says.
    â€œAre you calling me a hellhound?” Ellen says. “Because if you are, I can live with that.”
    â€œCome on,” Karen says. “We’re all ears.”
    â€œAnd no mouths, if I tell you,” I say, feeling just a little bit better about the flight program flail just by thinking about Doug Anderson.
    â€œGot it,” Ellen says. “Not a word to anyone.”
    â€œWell, there is this guy that I kind of like,” I say. “He’s in ROTC, the flight program, and he’s completely amazing.”
    â€œWhat’s he look like?” Karen asks.
    â€œHe’s blond and blue-eyed and a total hunk,” I say. “Not that I’m biased or anything.”
    â€œSo what’s the holdup?” Ellen says. “Go get him.”
    The waitress brings our food over; Karen gets the patty melt, oozing with grease and cheese, Ellen gets the French dip with fries, Laurie gets a hamburger, and I get a Cobb salad.
    â€œWay to make me feel like a heifer,” Ellen says. “I shouldn’t eat this, but what the hell. I was good all summer. I lost six pounds!”
    â€œYou look fantastic,” Karen says.
    Ellen’s hair is gleaming gold, her eyes shockingly blue, and her skin is deeply tanned, her freckles almost hidden by browned skin.
    â€œWe could stop to discuss your weight, but I’d rather hear about Diane’s guy,” Laurie says.
    â€œHe’s not my guy. He will never be my guy,” I say.
    â€œWhy not?” Karen says.
    â€œBecause he’s in ROTC and Dad gave me firm instructions not to shit where I eat—and that’s a quote,” I say.
    Laurie puts down her burger. “Thanks for the info. They do say timing is everything.”
    â€œBut he’s in the flight program, right? And you’re not,” Karen says. “That makes it all right. I’d say he’s fair game. What’s his name, by the way?”
    â€œDoug Anderson, and he is not fair game. He’s in the navy. I’m in the navy.”
    â€œIf you say
shit
or
eat
again in the same sentence, I’m going to throw this at you,” Laurie says, pointing to her hamburger.
    â€œDoes he like you?” Ellen asks, dipping her sandwich into the cup of beef juice.
    â€œI don’t know. I think so. Maybe.”
    â€œI say go for it,” Ellen says. “What have you got to lose?”
    â€œHow much of a hunk is he?” Karen asks.
    â€œI’ve never seen anything like it in my life,” I say. “And he’s nice, too.”
    â€œGo for it,” Karen says.
    I look at Laurie and say, “Save your breath. This is not up for a vote. I can’t go out with him. Besides, he hasn’t asked me.”
    â€œHe will,” Karen says. “And when he does,