Joe Trebble and the Bio Tech Conspiracy
Chapter 3: Love
Back to Chapter 1: A Hot Pink Car
Joe drove off from the BioTech building. His meeting went well with Henry, at least he hoped so. The dinner tonight might change all that.
Tonight. What would he tell Christie. He knew she cared for him, her sporadic letters were clear as day to him, what with the training he had. But he didn't love her as she loved him. There was another in his life. Yet once she heard he was in town, wand for no apparent reason, since the meeting with Henry was confidential, she might think he came for her.
Lost in thought, Joe drove the pink Cadillac back into town. Marcel was at the hotel when he returned.
"Thanks for the car," Joe said tossing the keys to Marcel.
"How was it, doesn't look like it went well."
"It went quite well, just a turn of events. How can I let Christie down?"
"What do you mean?"
Joe led Marcel into his hotel room as they talked. Taking off his white shirt.
"Henry invited me to their place for dinner, he'll give me his decision then. But Christie will be there."
Joe opened the closet to find something more appropriate to wear.
"If she knows you as well as you say, she should be fine with it. I'm surprised you've not told her."
"I never felt comfortable telling her in a letter. Besides, her last letter to me was about six months ago, and I was hoping she'd find someone else."
Tonight. What would he tell Christie. He knew she cared for him, her sporadic letters were clear as day to him, what with the training he had. But he didn't love her as she loved him. There was another in his life. Yet once she heard he was in town, wand for no apparent reason, since the meeting with Henry was confidential, she might think he came for her.
Lost in thought, Joe drove the pink Cadillac back into town. Marcel was at the hotel when he returned.
"Thanks for the car," Joe said tossing the keys to Marcel.
"How was it, doesn't look like it went well."
"It went quite well, just a turn of events. How can I let Christie down?"
"What do you mean?"
Joe led Marcel into his hotel room as they talked. Taking off his white shirt.
"Henry invited me to their place for dinner, he'll give me his decision then. But Christie will be there."
Joe opened the closet to find something more appropriate to wear.
"If she knows you as well as you say, she should be fine with it. I'm surprised you've not told her."
"I never felt comfortable telling her in a letter. Besides, her last letter to me was about six months ago, and I was hoping she'd find someone else."
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