“Now why did you sign up for those classes again?” Relm peeked over Alice's shoulder at the list of classes and corresponding books she needed to get that day. “They look too boring for me. It's all about bugs, rocks, and dirt.”
Alice chuckled. “Basically.”
“Geez. I didn't think anyone but Gau was interested in stuff like that.”
Alice's smile disappeared as she lowered her head closer to the paper. “What classes did you sign up for?”
“Art history. Anatomy. Oils. Landscapes. And . . . uh . . . Literary Analysis? Hey. I didn't sign up for that.” Relm looked up from her schedule with a frown. “I'm going to the office to get this straightened out.”
“See you later.” Relm hurried from the room with a barely perceptible wave, Alice staring after her with a slight smile before focusing back to the supplies list. “There. I think that about covers it.” She heard a peck at the window and glanced over her shoulder. There was a pigeon. “Uh-oh. You missed Relm,” she told the white bird as she stood and made her way to the window. “She's gone to hash out details with the office ladies.” Alice opened the window and carefully enfolded the pigeon in her hand to pick it up. “But I guess I could take a message.” She took the little tube from the pigeon's foot and set the bird back down again. Then she pulled the bit of paper from the tube and carefully unrolled it. “Oh. It's for me.”
‘Alice, so glad you made it. Hope you're having fun. Eric.’
“Not one for newsy notes, is he?” Alice smirked and turned for the desk to write a reply.
‘Eric, classes chosen. Books to be purchased soon. Roommate's a blast. How's life with Carol and Gau sucking face? Alice.’
Alice grimaced as she rolled up the note and carefully placed it back into the tube. She sighed and turned away, grabbing her purse and her shopping list on her way out the door. She'd stop by the pigeon depot on her way to the bookstore.