Maggie strolled over and asked, "Jon hasn't come back yet?"
Estelle nodded, "He's tied up with something!"
Maggie thought of the news she had seen earlier, a shadow flickering in her eyes. She didn't continue the topic of Jon but instead asked, "What time is Grandpa Jarvis flying in tomorrow?"
"He's on the 8 AM flight, should get to J City around 10. Millard's picking him up. They'll swing by my mentor's place first before coming over," Estelle replied.
"Great, Millard's a gem for doing that. Tell him thanks for me!" Maggie chuckled, then suddenly turned, "Oh, and I've got a little surprise for you tomorrow!"
Estelle raised an eyebrow, "What kind of surprise?"
"You'll find out tomorrow!"
Not sure what Maggie was playing at, Estelle didn't press further, "Go hang out with your friends. I don't need looking after!"
Estelle snorted with laughter, "No wonder you fell for Morrison. You were such a kid back then!"
Maggie glared playfully, "Don't interrupt!"
"Go on!" Estelle encouraged.
Maggie rested her cheek on her hand, her eyes twinkling, "Mr. Langston had Morrison tutor me every week. He seemed annoyed. Every time I got an answer wrong, he'd smack my palm. Like his own little revenge. But he didn't know that I had already set my heart on getting into the same college as him! So, I pretended to make mistakes to tease him, but secretly, I buckled down and studied hard. Of course, he caught on to me soon enough. At seventeen, I got into his college. I was a freshman; he was a senior. I went to his dorm to find him, and when his roommate asked who I was, he said I was his little sister. So, I started calling him 'brother' all the time. One of his roommates had a crush on me and confessed. I asked Morrison what I should do, and he said it was up to me. That was the first time I got mad at him, didn't see him for a week. Later, I heard from that roommate that Morrison had told him I was already betrothed since childhood and would get married right after graduation. He advised him to keep his distance from me. I laughed all night when I heard that. The next morning, I was back at his door, bright and early. On my eighteenth birthday, after inviting a bunch of classmates and getting tipsy, I called him to pick me up. Once we got to my room, I pounced on him. The next morning when he woke up, he didn't even look at me, just got dressed and left."
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