Chapter 130 Class Reunion (1)
On Saturday, before Eula even got out of bed, her phone rang. It was Emma Johnson.
"Eula, don't forget, meet at the resort lobby by noon."
Eula knew the class president was as responsible and diligent as ever.
"I've got to hand it to you, class prez," she said.
After hanging up, she sighed. She really didn't want to go, but it seemed she didn't have much choice now. She got out of bed, chose a simple, conservative swimsuit, and put on a black sweatsuit. Before leaving, she donned a baseball cap and pulled the hoodie over it, achieving a playful and youthful look. Her three little ones followed behind; Angie let out a sigh.
"Eula, what's a class reunion? Can I come too?"
Eula placed her bag in the back seat of the car and glanced at Angie, her hair sticking out in all directions, wearing adorable little duck pajamas.
"It's like when your classmates all grow up and meet many years later," she explained.
Angie nodded, "Oh, so it's like little flowers becoming big flowers, little Angie becoming big Angie."
Eula laughed and stroked her cheek.
"That's right, just like that."
Dewitt looked at her with concern, "You don't swim, remember to grab some floaties if you wander into the deep end of the pool."
Rodolfo raised an eyebrow, "Let's see the swimsuit you picked out, and don't go wearing anything too skimpy."
Stunned for a moment, Eula wondered if these kids were actually worried about her. She gave a helpless shrug. "No worries, I'll be careful, and the swimsuit is pretty old-fashioned!"
Eula could already picture her niece Angie trying to date with these two overprotective kids around. Poor girl would probably scare off any guy just by bringing her cousins along.
She ushered the three rascals back home, "Be good and stay home. There's an afternoon class at the tutoring center; Mary will take you."
Eula then drove toward the Amber Hot Springs Resort, nestled in a county on the outskirts of town, famous for its thermal waters.
Her phone rang just after she merged onto the bypass. Hooking up her Bluetooth headset, she answered without looking—who wanted to get caught by traffic cams?
"Hello?"
"Hey Eula, don't forget you owe me eleven thousand nine hundred bucks. It's already noon; when are you going to come over and cook?"
Eula was supposed to be off on weekends, and he hadn't asked her to cook these past few weeks. She thought she might finally get a break.
Slightly irritated and wishing she hadn’t used him as an excuse to avoid the class reunion, she responded, "Judson, sorry, but I've got a class reunion today and need to take the day off."
Turning back now was impractical because she was already on the highway. Besides, the class president kept nagging her to come; it would be rude to skip.
The president had said how much they missed her at every past reunion.
Judson frowned slightly, "Reunion? Didn't you say you never went to school?"
He seemed to remember her mentioning that once.
Cursing inwardly, she retorted with sarcasm in her heart. "I did go to high school, Judson. A high school reunion isn't so strange, is it?"
"Where is it?"
Eula fought the urge to lash out. He was prying as if he was clocking her in.
"Judson, this is my personal business; can I keep it to myself?"
She really wanted to hang up on him—the man was insufferable.
"Fine, I'll just get Mary to be my personal assistant then! Enjoy your reunion!"
