"I don't understand why we're at the store purchasing an outfit for me, when I have a perfectly good pair of slacks and a snazzy blouse at home." Sara Lovell followed her four sorority sisters through the department store toward the women's section.
"This is a milestone birthday, correct?" Denise asked, over her shoulder. Her pace didn't slacken. She was a pint sized dynamo whizzing past customers.
"I don't think twenty five is a milestone," Sara responded, rolling her eyes at Denise's exaggeration.
"Girl, you'd better celebrate it. How many women are twenty five years old, a professor and no lame man hanging on?" Naomi stepped outside of their entourage to throw out her question, as Sara, who was bringing up the rear, passed her.
"I'm not tenured," Sara corrected. This was her first semester and there were no guarantees in the collegiate world. Like anyplace else, climbing the ladder partially depended on office politics.
"Whatever! Only you highbrowed people know the ...
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