WHO WILL WEEP FOR ME

Marie DelVeccio was as tall as Sorelli. At 5-feet-7 inches and 115-pounds she had a model’s figure and a pretty face. She wore her dark brown hair long and straight. Tight sweaters and tight skirts were her daily uniform. She had altered the school clothes for a form-fit and no one complained or gave her any admonishment. To her male classmates Marie DelVeccio was a luscious piece-of-ass with several testaments by their friends who had dated her.

DelVeccio had her own car. Or rather it was a hand-me-down from her older sister who recently got married and gave it to her. She had a plan to get Edmund Sorelli’s attention.

“Eddy, can you please help me with my assignment. My history paper is on President Eisenhower–‘then and now’?”

Sorelli looked at the clock again and started to put his stuff into his book bag. “I have to leave, Marie. I’ll miss the bus.”

“Can you just give me a story line I can use to fit my title?” She smiled and got close to him. A recent application of her Lilac perfume became part of his breathing space.

“How about ‘Eisenhower, from General to President–taking orders to giving them’. Or Eisenhower–‘a leader in war now leads the peace.’ Remember he helped end World War Two as a General and the Korean War when he became President.”

“Oh Eddy. That sounds good. Can you read what I write and help me with it? You’re so good at writin’ stuff and getting all ‘A’s.”

No student had ever asked him for tutoring or coaching. Maybe Marie isn’t a slut. It might be fun doing schoolwork with another student. And Marie gets good grades and she’s definitely not whiny like Lena Masiello.

He smiled back at her hopeful face. “All right Marie. Write the opening page and an outline of what it’s goin’ to be like and we can meet after you start it.” His smile turned to a frown as he saw the clock. “Damn it, I missed the late bus.”

“Eddy. Don’t sweat it. I can take you home. I have my own car.” She touched his forearm lightly.

“Hmmm. Okay but two things you have ta do.”

“What, Eddy?” She cooed.

“First, stop callin’ me Eddy. It’s Edmund. And second, we’re just doin’ school stuff.”

“Why Edmund, of course.” She gave him what she thought was a serious pose. “What do ya think? C’mon, I’ll take ya home. I can hardly wait to start my paper. Oh Edmund, before today I was worrying about it and didn’t have any ambition to even start it.”

Sorelli walked beside her as they left the school and went to the student parking area. She stopped at the mint green and white 1953 Olds coupe. “Here we are.”