Shaking Off the Dust

Shaking Off the Dust by Rhianna Samuels

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during the kiss.
    “I wouldn’t know and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t find out.”
    The three girls came towards us and Shimodo sighed. The tall blonde one sniffed.
    “Professor Shimodo, are you back? Will you be teaching today?” she asked.
    “No, I’m afraid not, and I’m in a rush. We are running late this morning.”
    I’d worked in the emergency room a long time and you see and hear a lot of outrageous things. Keeping my face quite bland, I said, “You didn’t seem to mind.”
    He laughed. “No, I didn’t.”
    The girls’ facial expressions became glacial.
    Shimodo saw the look and took my elbow, pointing me in the direction we needed to go. We were still within hearing distance when one of the girls declared, “She’s way too old and fat for him.”
    I’d been having fun, enjoying my time with Shimodo until that moment. My expression stayed bland, but it stung like a slap in the face. The little bitch spoke the truth. I wasn’t a young girl. At thirty-two, overweight, deaf in one ear and now on heart meds, he was way beyond my touch. It certainly brought it all back into perspective for me. I’d forgotten that I was the guinea pig. I wouldn’t again.
    Shimodo glanced at me. “They were jealous, Hannah.”
    “I know. That’s why I kissed you. Tom encouraged me, but I was trying to see if I could make them jealous.” I looked over at Tom. He watched his friend like he didn’t know him.
    “Well done, Tom,” Shimodo whispered.
    I didn’t say anything else as we walked through the campus to an antiquated building and took stairways to a basement. After several corridors, we reached a door that read Neuro Science Lab .
    I walked through the door to face eight sets of eyes all turned towards me. They were young and wearing lab coats, except for one elderly man who sat apart at a desk.
    Shimodo looked around, frowning. “Carl, can I assume this is your doing?”
    “I’m sorry, Professor Shimodo, but our work isn’t usually this exciting.” He waved at me.
    I smiled, but really did feel like a lab experiment. I inched closer to Tom, who stood behind me, until I was passing through him.
    “Ooh, that’s nice.” Tom moved farther into my body. “I wondered when I’d get my kiss.”
    My face turned red. “Could you be pleasant to me just once, Tom?”
     

    “I mentioned it was nice.”
    “You are such a prick,” I muttered.
    “Yes, that was the nice part.”
    I stalked across the room to Carl and found a chair at a table. He came over and leaned into me. “Is Tom giving you any problems?”
    Tom flicked him on his ear, like he was shadow boxing with his head.
    “You tell me, Carl.”
    I watched as Tom played tag with Carl for the next couple of minutes.
    “Hannah.” Shimodo came right up behind me. “Hannah, are you listening to me?”
    “I only ever half-listen to you, Shimodo. Tom’s using Carl’s head as a boxing bag.”
    Everyone in the room watched us. One of the females in a lab coat spoke in her best professor mode.
    “Perhaps you should listen more carefully to Professor Shimodo.”
    I gave her my ER nurse stare. She gave it back without flinching.
    “Hannah is deaf in her right ear. She was making a joke about only half-listening, Melissa,” Shimodo said.
    “I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t know.” There was no apology in her voice.
    Carl kept moving around the room, trying to get away from Tom’s batting at him.
    Shimodo finally moved closer to the agitated Carl and intervened. “Tom, please leave Carl alone.”
    I was tired of the crowd of eyes. “Tom, go around and tag them all. Let them understand why Carl’s weary of it now.”
    “You tell Carl to keep his mouth shut from now on, then I might do as you ask.”
    “Carl, apologize to Tom for telling everyone about this morning’s session or he refuses to do what I ask.” I begged him to comply by putting my hands in the shape of a prayer and mouthing “Please”.
    “I’m sorry, Tom. I was

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