The Pupil: Genevieve & Aileen

When Genevieve arrives at the address in East Atlanta on the card Roscoe gave her, she is met at the door by the thinnest person she’s ever laid eyes on, a woman who appears to be late-twenties to mid-thirties. She’s several inches taller than Genevieve, and can’t weigh more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. Despite this, her legs and arms aren’t bony, her face is full and expressive, her teeth are perfectly straight, and pearly white and she’s bubbling with energy, moving as though she’s responding to music.

She’s wearing a two-piece, sleeveless, floral ensemble, with high-top golden tennis shoes, and her long, fluorescent red hair is tied in a ponytail on the right side of her head. In one hand, she’s holding an enormous sub sandwich, packed with meat and vegetables.

“Hmm, if you’re selling Girl Scout cookies, it would help to have product with you,” the woman says. “Unless you’re taking orders, in which case, put me down for a case of Thin Mints.”

“My Mom wouldn’t let me be in the Girl Scouts,” Genevieve says. “I’m here to see Roscoe Delahunt.”

The woman points at her. “In that case, you must be Genevieve.” She opens the door. “Come on in. I’m Aileen.”

“Nice to meet you, Aileen.” As Aileen is closing the door, a black child hurries in. “Mom, I finished my homework. Can I watch television now?”

Aileen puts her hands on her hips. “Ty, where are your manners? We have a guest.”

“Sorry.” He says and extends his hand. “Pleased to meet you. I’m Tyrone, but you can call me Ty.”

“I’m Genevieve,” she says, shaking his hand.

He looks back to Aileen. “Now can I watch television?”

“I want to look over your homework first,” Aileen says. “Then you can watch to your heart’s content. Go check on your sister and I’ll be in shortly.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ty says and disappears into the house.

“Follow me,” Aileen says to Genevieve and they start down the same hallway Ty went into.

As they move along, Genevieve hears the distinct sound of a John Coltrane solo, which increases in volume as they approach the door at the end of the hall.

“Sorry if I interrupted your dinner,” Genevieve says.

“No biggie,” Aileen says. “I have to eat several times a day. Fast metabolism.”

They stop at the last door and Aileen waves her free hand toward the door. “Scoey awaits.”

Genevieve enters Roscoe’s office and finds him seated at a computer.

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