Chapter 4: Wes, Computer genius

The one good thing about Jasmine having Troy for a boyfriend, who was a senior this year, was that Janet got to ride to school with them in the morning. In the afternoon, however, she was back on the bus with the rug rats. Of course, she could have stayed after school and waited for Troy to be done with soccer to get a ride home, but she realized the school bus was where she would get most of her costumers. Truly she shouldn’t complain even though she did. 

On this day she got three giggling freshmen girls to hand over their fees with the name of their intended on a slip of paper. Unfortunately, they all picked the same unattainable senior who was already going with the head cheerleader. She had to take each one aside to figure out a compromise or at least something more tangible and not requiring the dismantling of an already established couple. This was a most important proviso. She would never be party to breaking up loving couples no matter the price.

Janet was at her wit’s end by the time she managed to get anything remotely plausible out of these silly girls.  She was certain that she would have smacked one--or more likely all of them-- if they had giggled one more time. 

"Harry Potter was right. Giggling should be outlawed," she muttered to herself after bidding the stupid girls good-bye. 

She got home and grabbed an apple before setting to work but her computer was as slow as molasses. After an hour of playing with it, trying to get it back to normal, it froze entirely. What scared her silly was a pop up that said:

GO GET THE BUG SPRAY, GO GET THE DOCTOR,

YOU HAVE A BUG, YOU HAVE A VIRUS

“No, No, No! This can’t be happening!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she saw her files scramble into darkness.

“Janet, what’s wrong?” Jasmine asked in alarm. She had only just gotten home.

“Everything, everything is in here and now it’s gone. I can’t get it to do anything. It’s dead, I’m dead.” she moaned.

“Hmm, this is why I prefer good old-fashioned paper. We have the same classes. You can look at my notes...on paper.” Jasmine said.

“You don’t get it. I’m not talking about school stuff. This is my Yenta business, all my files everything, everybody, it’s gone! I’ll have to start all over. What in the world am I gonna do?” Janet was almost to the point of crying.

“Maybe Troy can help. He’s good with computers, at least with computer games. Want me to call him when he’s done with soccer?”

Janet's sat up straight as she remembered the smirking boy with dark eyes thickly fringed with dark curling lashes.“Oh! That computer guy. What was his name? Will...Woodruff...Warren? He’s in my English class.  Why can’t I remember his name?” she muttered to herself.

“Do you mean Wes Sebastian? He’s the best. Computer genius, he is. Everyone says so. He did the school’s website and the principle always goes to him when they have a glitch but they also always suspect him of being a hacker and breaking their codes, too. Double-edged sword when you’re that good. Total genius. It even says so on his card but what it doesn’t say on his card is how very cute he is. That curly black hair, the way his eye-lashes curl, his sexy little smirk and that killer body--”

“Hello! What about Troy?” Janet asked disgustedly as she watched her sister fantasize about this self-proclaimed computer geek.

“Oh, yeah, he’s on the soccer team with Troy and they’re really good friends. He can get Wes' number for you," Jasmine said as she rummaged in her book bag for her cell. "I never thought you’d ever need help with your computer. You’re such a wiz at it too. Weird. It’s a brand-new laptop and everything."

“Hi, Troy. Done with practice?  Uh, huh...uh, huh...yeah...uh huh...”

“Hello! I’m in trouble here!” Janet shrieked impatiently.

“Okay, okay...” Jasmine said, waving her sister back. “Troy, Janet  needs Wes Sebastian’s number. Uh, huh...uh, huh....okay....uh, huh....” 

At this point, Janet was ready to ring her sister’s neck. She glared at her telling her with violent hand gestures to finish up. 

“Okay, here he is,” she said turning to Janet and giving her the phone.

“What do I want to talk to Troy for?” Janet demanded harshly.

“Not Troy, Wes,” Jasmine replied laughing at her sister.

“Hello?” Janet said warily into the phone.

“Hello, Yenta. And how are we today? Make any fine matches lately?” Wes asked brightly.

“No, my computer crashed. How much do you charge?” she asked grudgingly.

“Sixty an hour but I can give you a discount since you’re an okay kinda girl,” he said.

“Sixty? And how long does it usually take?” she asked, trepidation running along her spine.

“Depends on the problem. It may take five minutes, it may take two hours. One can never tell,” he said. 

The enjoyment in his voice made her rankle. “So, if it only takes five minutes I should only pay you five dollars, right?” she said, hoping against hope.

 He laughed uproariously. “Good one, Yenta. Tell you what, if you can find a plumber that works that way then so will I,” he said. 

She growled nasty little words under her breath and ground her teeth together. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that,” he replied sounding ever so amused.

“Do I have to come to you?” she asked resigned to this humiliation.

“Well, Troy said he was going to your house anyway to pick up Jasmine. They're going to dinner, so I could just follow him... unless..."

"What?" she snapped.

"We can go out with them and then I can work on your notebook ,” he suggested. 

“You can do that? You don’t think you’ll be very long with it?” Janet asked hope bubbling up inside. She might still be able to make a few matches by tonight if all went well, she thought happily.

“Don’t know for sure but it can’t be any worse than what I’ve been dealing with all week. There’s a nasty bug going around but I’ve got the antidote. So, what do you say? Should I come over?” he asked calmly.

“Yeah, sounds good,” she said and handed the phone back to Jasmine who watched her sister with interest.

“Hello? Oh, hi, Wes...uh, huh...yes...uh, huh...okay. We’ll be ready. Bye,” she said sweetly and dropped the cell back into her bag. She then grabbed her sister by the arm.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Janet protested.

“They’ll be here soon and I’m already hungry so...let’s get dressed,” Jasmine insisted still dragging her sister up the stairs.

“And what do you call this? Sheep skin? I’m dressed.”

“Jeans and a sweater just won’t do. Troy’s taking me to a great place by the pier and we have to dress nicely or they won’t treat us well because we’re kids. Appearance is everything,” Jasmine said, much to her sister’s annoyance.

“Then maybe I should just stay home. You can go with Troy-boy and Wes can fix my lap top. Everyone’s happy,” Janet said. 

Jasmine totally ignored her and shoved her twin into the room. After forcing her down onto the bed, Jasmine went to the closet and pulled out four dresses.

“Chose one,” she commanded as she showed each one in turn.

“Oh, I don’t care. Whichever one says ‘fix my computer’ the quickest. This is gonna cost me sixty an hour,” Janet whined. In truth, the money was nothing to her. She usually had that as pocket change by the end of a good matchmaker day. She just wanted the laptop fixed, the faster the better.

 They were dressed and ready by the time the guys came around. They were dressed rather well, much to Janet’s surprise.

 “Where’s the funeral?” she said by way of greeting when they both walked to the door grinning broadly.

“Why do you say funeral? It could just as easily be a wedding,” Wes commented as he offered his arm to her. Instead of her taking his arm she handed him the lap top. “All business, I see,” he said with a wry twist of the mouth.

“What else is there?” she asked rolling her eyes to the heavens as she walked to the car.  Wes opened the door for her further surprising her. 

“Uh, thanks,” she said frowning slightly.

“You’ll have to excuse my sister. She’s not used to people being nice to her. She can be rather ...difficult,” Jasmine stated bracingly. She gave Troy a little kiss and then got into the front seat.

“Actually, the word is abrasive, but you didn’t hear that from me,” Troy said in a hushed voice. 

Wes laughed and jumped into the back with Janet.

she looked at him hopefully. “Well? Aren’t you gonna start now? Time’s a-wasting,” she almost shouted.

“Janet, you can’t expect a man to work on an empty stomach. Let him have some food first,” Troy chided. “All those soccer drills make you hungry.”

“Yeah, but I’m the one paying good money for his expertise. How the heck do you justify sixty dollars an hour?” Janet asked.

“I told you, whatever the market will bear. Words to live by, in the business world, anyway.” Wes countered with his typical smirk.

Janet noticed that it did look sexy. She wondered why that was. It must be because Jasmine described it that way.

“I refuse to listen to business talk all night long so talk about something else or I’ll kick you out of the car,” Jasmine grumbled. 

This, however, wasn’t a threat to Janet. She would like it very much if she got to go home. She turned to Wes to see if she could actually get her sister to do as she threatened.

“So, tell me, Wes, this computer wiz title, did you come up with that all by yourself or did mommy help?” she asked snidely.

“That’s computer genius and though Mommy has been dead for three years, yes, in fact she was the first to call me that. She thought I was special but then don’t all mothers?” he answered, his tone even and his eyes direct. with some satisfaction he saw horror creep into Janet’s face.

“Oh...I’m so sorry...I didn’t know...I’m...really sorry,” she stammered stupidly. She felt like kicking herself.

“No worries. You weren’t the drunk driver that killed her,” he said calmly.

“When is your next soccer game, Troy?” Jasmine asked loudly in an obvious effort to change the subject. it wasn't, however, obvious enough for Troy.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Monday at Orianco. Are you this forgetful about everything or just my games?” Troy asked sounding decidedly hurt.

“I’m sure Jasmine has better things to occupy her brain then when and where our games are,” Wes said casually.

“No, really she doesn’t. She lives for this guy,” Janet told him in a conspiratorial whisper.

He smiled at her saying,   “Well, isn’t he lucky?”

“Luck had nothing to do with it. This pairing is courtesy of Janet, the Yenta,” she declared. Suddenly she narrowed her eyes at him. “You know, instead of paying you I can offer my matchmaking services in exchange for you fixing my lap top. The barter system. I can find you the girl of your dreams,” she said in a sing-song sort of voice.

“That would mean you would need to find me six girls,” he retorted.

“Excuse me? How do you figure that?” she asked bewildered.

“You only charge ten and I charge sixty. You do the math,” he countered.

She smiled sweetly at him. “That was before you gave me the idea to charge on a sliding scale. You, my friend, are at the top. You have to pay the big bucks.”

“Well, she can be taught! Good for me,” he said, just as they arrived at the restaurant.

 Janet didn’t quite know what that meant.

Chapter 3: Free no more

 Janet had just entered the school when Vice-principle McIntyre asked her into his office. He merely stared at her as she seated herself. There was an odd expression on his face. Janet suddenly wondered if she was going to get in trouble about her Yenta business.

 The word had spread like wildfire once she started hooking kids up right and left. Her best advertising was all the happy couples roaming the halls holding hands and stealing kisses. But she had checked with the supreme authority on all things school related, Tara Reynolds, and she had told her that there was nothing the school could do, just as long as she didn’t disrupt classes or do any soliciting on school grounds. Only problem was, kids didn’t wait until they were off school grounds most times to hand over their money and make their requests. Janet braced herself. She may very well be doing time in detention for a good long time or perhaps even suspension.

“Janet, I don’t know what to say?” he finally said after a few tense minutes while she thought of how to get out of this.

She abruptly stood up and started back-peddling. “I’m not disrupting any classes, Mr. McIntyre. I swear. You can ask all my teachers. I never talk business while lessons are going on and---”   She stopped mid-sentence when he enfolded her in his arms and gave her a warm hug. She knew that was definitely against school rules.

As if reading her mind he mumbled in an emotion filled voice, “School rules be damned.”

Stunned, Janet stood stiffly. What in the world was going on? “Uh, does this mean I’m kicked out of school and you feel bad about doing it?” she asked, utterly confused.

He chuckled and shook his head as he pulled away from her still misty eyed. “You made a miracle come true for me, Janet. I never thought I could find someone as good as my wife, Whitney. I never would have thought about Kimberly if it hadn’t been for you opening my eyes. My kids love her, Janet. I love her and best of all she loves us. We haven’t been so happy in so long but now, because of you, we are. I have something for you,” he said excitedly.

He then went to his desk and opened the top drawer pulling out an ivory colored envelope addressed to her in golden ink. She took it from him, her large eyes wide in astonishment as she guessed what it must contain.

“You and Mrs. Palmer? You’re getting married?” she exclaimed happily. “Omigosh, that’s great!”

“It is,” he replied a bit sheepishly. “What can I do to repay you?”

“Just to see you and Mrs. Palmer happy is payment enough but do remember this if I ever get in trouble,” she said brightly.

“Oh, I do have something else for you,” he said pulling out his wallet. He handed her a fifty dollar bill.

“What’s this for?” she asked confusedly.

“Isn’t that the going rate for your Yenta services?” he said grinning broadly.

“No, it’s just ten but you and Miss Kim are free of charge,” she said giggling delightedly. “So, you know about my Yenta stuff?”

 “It’s all over the school. You know you can’t keep anything a secret in this place,” he retorted with a shrug. “But take it. I owe it to you, much more if truth be told. How much is eternal bliss worth?”

She giggled but shook her head adamantly. “I didn’t have my Yenta business up and running then. You were just practice. I am so happy for you, Mr. McIntyre. I’ll see you at the wedding.”

“I think Kimberly’s invited half the school. I don’t know where we’ll hold the reception with all these people but there you go. That’s the price for eternal bliss, I guess.”

“I’ll see if I can come up with something,” Janet said thoughtfully.

He raised his eyebrows. “Is that part of the Yenta service?” he asked jokingly.

“I may branch out,” she retorted with a defiant flip of her hand and left.

“Ms. Fummel, could you put that lap top away, please? Class has begun.” Mr. Thorton, the English teacher, said loudly. She swiftly came back to the present.

“But I take notes for the class on this. It’s my notebook...get it? Note book. I think that’s why they call it that,” she answered brightly. She had not really been taking down notes.  Instead she had been matching up her clientele but now she quickly switched this off to get to English and the Shakespear sonnet they were cruelly dissecting. It was bad enough to hear the whining of an ancient poet about his lost love but to have to tear the poem apart word for word only made her wish she had been around to make a match for the old bard. It might have saved herself from listening to this drivel. 

“I see, well then you won’t mind reading and explaining the next line for us,” Mr. Thorton said sternly.

She was stuck. She had not a clue where they were in the poem until a voice behind her whispered   “Oh, no, it is an ever fixed mark....”  She quickly found it and read without missing a beat. 

At the end of the class she turned around to thank her savior and found a rather smug-looking guy gazing at her from dark, dancing eyes. She somehow simultaneously found them familiar and foreign. She stared back at him fascinated. He was very cute with black curly hair both neat and in charming disarray at the same time. His eyelashes too were curly and thick and framed his eyes perfectly making him look ready for both a joke and serious talk. He had a sensuous mouth but she could imagine any minute a smirk emerging.  He was a total contradiction, this guy.

 “Thanks for the life-preserver. I owe you one. Here,” she said handing him her card. “Half off just cuz you’re an okay guy,” she said sweetly.

He smirked and she could have sworn she had seen that smile before. “And what makes you think I need this?” he asked sounding amused.

“I don’t, but one can never tell. You can give it to a friend. Whatever,” she said dismissively. She  got up and left the classroom with the boy following close behind.

“You know, I could help you with this entrepreneurial endeavor of yours. I feel compelled to help a fellow small business owner,” he said matching her quick steps easily with his long strides.

“Uh, I don’t mean to be rude, but do I know you?” she said caustically.

“You should, I’ve been sitting behind you in English all year but besides that you just gave me your card, remember?” he replied readily.

“Doesn’t mean I know you,” she countered belligerently as she stopped at her locker and much to her consternation this person did too. He leaned on them as he stared at her looking thoroughly amused. 

“May I help you?” she asked frowning at him.

“Actually, it is I that could help you,” he told her calmly. “You may think you are doing well but you could be doing so much better. I could set up a website for you and with just a few minor adjustments to your almost flawless system you could be--”

She bristled. “Almost flawless? I only just started and I’ve already amassed several hundred dollars and have numerous happy clients with incredible word-of-mouth advertising,” she informed this pompous ass.

He merely smirked. “And you could have double that if you raised your initial fee to twenty dollars instead of cheapening your service by making it only ten. It’s what the market will bare. You obviously are good at what you do so people will pay twenty and I dare say even upwards of fifty for those that are truly desperate.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of them. They’re pathetic enough as it is. Besides, some of these kids don’t have money to buy a stick of gum so at least I should offer this at a price accessible to all, not just the rich kids. But they usually can get their own dates what with all their fancy clothes and cars and stuff. I offer my services to the masses and I earn my dollar through quantity of clients. I hope that doesn’t offend you nor Donald Trump,” she added sarcastically.

He laughed which only annoyed her more. “I say you and I get together and discuss this further over dinner, Friday night about six. You might be surprised with all the helpful suggestions I can make. I want to go to that seafood restaurant down by the pier. It looks good and I know the owner. He’s a client of mine.”

“And what exactly do you do?” she asked curiously, completely ignoring he had just asked her out on a date.

“Can’t you tell? I’m a computer nerd,” he retorted.

Janet raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. He most certainly didn’t look the part. She could almost hear Jasmine’s description of this guy. “A yummy Stud-muffin supreme.”

She scoffed and said, “I very much doubt that. Try again.”

He laughed. “It’s true. I save people from themselves mostly. It’s quite amazing how easily you can ruin your computer with a mere click of a button. A deadly virus and your whole system goes down. I’d hate for that to happen to you. You have everything on your laptop, don’t you? Should have back up, just in case. I can help you with that, too,” he said arrogantly. He then pulled out a card from his back jeans pocket and handed it to her. 

She stared up at him with a menacing expression on her face. “I very much doubt you can help me with anything. I have fire-walls, top notch security systems and there’s no way anything can happen to my laptop. I ain’t no idiot. I can work a computer,” she stated adamantly.

“Excellent. Then we’ll merely focus on your enterprise on Friday, at six. See you then,” he said giving her a devastating smile before turning and leaving.

“So, you want my services?” she called after him.

He turned around and continued walking backwards up the hallway and grinning. “We’ll see about that, Friday, at six.”

“What the heck does that mean?” she shouted to him but he had disappeared around a corner. She looked at the card she still held in her hand. It read:

                                                               Wes Sebastian, Esquire

                                                                Computer Genius and

                                                           Website designer supreme

                                           Exterminator of bugs, viruses and human error

                                           Don’t wait until you can’t reach me by email.

                                                           It may be too late by then.

Janet rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right, genius my foot. He doesn’t look anything like a nerd. He looks like a soccer player just like Troy. And we all know how bright Troy is. Probably doesn’t know a mouse from a mole,” she muttered to herself. She tossed the card to the bottom of her locker and slammed it shut. She didn’t take three steps before she was accosted.

“Janet, you are amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Becky Kilmer shouted gleefully.  “Hank and I are going out on Friday and it’s all because of you. I am so excited! I wish there was something I could do for you.”   She was almost jumping on the balls of her feet.

“You paid the fee and that’s all the thanks I need,” Janet said casually. The computer guy’s words came back to her unbidden. “It’s what the market will bear.”

“That’s just not enough. I could bake you some cookies or knit you a sweater or take you shopping, or I could take you out to a fancy dinner, something, anything! You got me Hank! I’ve loved him since forever and he always liked me, too, but we just never knew. That’s more than anyone’s ever done for me,” Becky said before hugging the stuffing out of Janet and quickly rushing off with a look of pure elation on her face.

“The things that thrill some people,” she mumbled as she pulled out her jacket, put it on and heading for the bus.

Chapter 2: Janet, the Yenta

The next day was Saturday and Janet asked her mother to borrow the car so she could go into town for some shopping. 

“You...want to...go shopping?” her mother asked disbelievingly.  She was twisting her body in what Janet thought were ridiculous yoga poses. “I thought... you always... let Jasmine ...do... the shopping... for you.”

“This isn’t for clothes. Mom, do you really think it wise to twist your body like that at your age? I mean... that looks painful,” Janet said, her expression wary.

“It’s not... especially at my age...it's good cuz...it increases... sexual sensitivity, ” she informed her daughter with a sly smile. She came out of cosmic dancer pose to get into spinal twist.

Janet’s face showed her disgust.   “Too much information, Mom. Can I have the car?”

Her mother laughed. “One day, little girl, you’ll be smitten and you’ll come running to me for my yoga book.”

“Fat chance,” Janet mumbled under her breath as she took the car keys and headed outside. While Jasmine was and always had been obsessed with boys, Janet wasn’t in the slightest interested. She rather thought them an inferior form of humanity, rather a bit like a mutation gone bad. She had yet to meet one male that didn’t make her question God for creating them first. 

       

“Well,” her mother had said one day in philosophical tones, “that was His first attempt. God must have needed practice to create the perfection we girls are.”

 Janet didn’t much buy that one either. After all, “we girls” also included such dimwits as Jessica Simpson, Lindsey Lohan and Brittany Spears.  Janet wasn’t too thrilled to be lumped together with the likes of those.

She drove down to the local print shop with her mind set on what she wanted. She had something in mind for her business cards. She wanted them to read: 

      

                                                                Janet, The Yenta

                                                         Matchmaker Supreme

                                       There is only a fee if the match gives you glee

She giggled at her choice of words but she knew the cards needed something to spice them up. She busily flipped through several pages of the icons available and found perfection. There was a nice little silhouette of a couple facing each other and holding hands which reminded her of Adam and Eve so she put that in the corner along with her email address and cell number and just for effect she had little hearts scattered about. But that wasn’t quite enough. With a bold move she made it a lurid pink. She grimaced when she saw the final product or rather, what it looked like on the computer screen and knew that it was perfect. She figured anything that made her cringe would surely be eye-catching enough for those in need of her services. She was quite pleased and within a few days she was all set up to start her business.

It was a Monday morning on the second week of her junior year when she brought her lap top to school, the better to keep track of all the customers she was anticipating. She walked around in home room passing out cards to everybody and gave two to those who she knew were more likely to come to her for some help. These were the desperate, the lonely, the ones too shy to help themselves. These were to be her costumers. She merely sat back and waited for them to come to her.

“Is this a joke?” Becky Kilmer asked as she read the card over and over as if looking for the punchline to a joke.

“Absolutely not. I take the matching of kindred spirits very seriously,” Janet replied firmly. She hoped that she wouldn’t burst out laughing and ruin the effect. She truly thought this ridiculous that people couldn’t do their own matchmaking. But then she would be out of a job if they could, just as mechanics would be out of a job if everyone could fix their cars.

“Okay...how does this work?” Becky asked her eyes aglow with curiosity. Janet noticed that several others about the classroom were listening, some avidly, some with looks of amusement and others a bit surreptitiously. They probably didn’t want anyone knowing they needed such a service.

“Several different ways. You can come to me with a specific person in mind, like my sister, Jasmine. She had her heart set on Troy Wellington and I did my magic and...Poof! Happily-ever-after. Or for those who are looking for true compatibility I find you a perfect mate, set you up on a date with them, either alone or in a group setting, whichever is more comfortable for you then we see if sparks fly. All I ask is truth from you and a small fee of ten dollars up front which is completely refundable if I do not perform to expectations in a timely manner,” Janet stated in a crisp, business-like tone. “I also can provide help in securing a love mate on your own.”

“What does that mean?” Hank Randel asked looking bewildered.

“If you want to pursue your intended but have no clue how to do it or are fearful of embarrassment or rejection, I can be the go between to ensure you are not humiliated and that your intended does not object to your advances. This is most helpful and in truth what I recommend. But this is all up to the individual. I can also offer advise on how to make yourself more presentable for your intended but this would be an additional charge, I’m afraid. If you have further questions, do email me or call my cell and leave a message during school hours. Don’t want the teachers all annoyed, now do we?” Janet said brightly just as the teacher showed up and class started.

Her little audience went back to their seats with expressions of thoughtfulness obviously pondering what she said. They occasionally glanced at her card. Some stuffed it into their pockets, others pretended to use it as a bookmark and some laughed. But, Janet noticed with glee, they didn’t rip it up nor tossed it into the trash can. By the end of the day Janet had email flooding in. She was on her way.

“What exactly are you up to, Janet?” Mrs. Barley, her geometry teacher sternly asked several weeks later after her Yenta Business was in full throttle.   Bill Swenson made the mistake of allowing their teacher to see him passing Janet a ten dollar bill and a note with specification for his dream girl.

Janet quickly stuffed the note and money into her pocket and smiled brightly. “Bill lost a bet we had and he’s finally paying up,” she swiftly lied.

“Oh, and what was this bet?” Mrs. Barley asked suspiciously.

“I said that the Celtics would win over the Packers and he disagreed,” she returned swiftly. Bill groaned and muttered something about detention for stupid liars.

“How dumb do you think I am? Even I know the Celtics is basketball and the Packers is football,” Mrs. Barley said, extremely annoyed. “What are you really up to?”

“Nothing illegal. I didn’t say they were playing against each other, just that the Celtics would win and the Packers wouldn’t,” Janet retorted innocently. Bill burst out laughing until Janet glared at him. He instantly straightened his face and tried to look innocent, too. He failed miserably.

“Do not let me see you dealing in drug money ever again,” Mrs. Barley warned sternly.

“Drug money? Me?” Janet shrieked indignantly. “I can assure you I do not deal in artificial drugs. I only deal with love.” She got up and handed her card to the teacher.

She read the card and her eyes popped open. Then she laughed. “Is this for real?” she asked incredulously.

“Yes, it is,” Janet replied, miffed.

“Yes, well, be that as it may, that is not permitted on school grounds either,” Mrs. Barley said stiffly. She handed over the card but Janet held up her hands.

“No, Mrs. Barley, you can keep that. I think love is one of the only things that should be permitted everywhere, even at school. Give the card to someone who might need some help finding love,” Janet told her in her most dignified voice before returning to her seat. 

She suspected Mrs. Barley would be contacting her soon if only under an assumed name.  Having been divorced for several years Janet thought she could use some guy to give her a thrill. Maybe then she wouldn’t be such a nasty-tempered witch. 

Janet, after all, hooked up adults, too.  She smiled as she recalled last spring when she got the office secretary and the vice-principle together. That had been her most rewarding match-up and she never got  paid for it unless you count what she got a few days ago.

Janet had come in late one morning last year and was signing in when vice-principle McIntyre walked hurriedly in, dripping wet and looking disheveled.

“Kimberly, would you mind getting me some coffee when you get the chance?  I really don’t like this single dad stuff. I need a new wife,” he muttered miserably before he slumped into his office where the phone was already ringing off the hook.

“Yes, Mr. McIntyre,” Kim Palmer said on a sad sigh. “Join the club. I need a new husband.”

 Janet thought this was too, too perfect and yet marveled that they couldn’t see it for themselves. She shook her head in exasperation and went to work. She knocked on Mr. McIntyre’s door and entered before he could call her in. She sat down waiting patiently for him to get off the phone. After several minutes he hung up and barely noticed she was there as he still had his wet overcoat half on and a scarf dangling from his arm. He tried to put his briefcase onto his cluttered desktop without messing it even worse. All he managed to do was knock over the calendar.

“Janet, what can I do for you?” he said a bit distractedly. When he knocked several folders off his desk he groaned. 

Janet stifled a giggle, stooped down and picked them up for him. “I think you need my help, Mr. McIntyre,” she said casually as she put the folders back on the desk. “You have been widowed nine months, I believe and you have two small children.”

“Yes, that’s right,” he answered warily. “How exactly can you help me? You’re at school when I need the kids watched.”

“You just said it out front. You need a new wife and I think I have a good person that could fit your needs. She has always wanted children yet was never able to have any. How do you feel about Mrs. Palmer?”

“Janet, she’s a married woman. What are you thinking?” he said sternly.

“No, she’s been divorced for two years. She’s kept it all very quiet because she feels so ashamed,” Janet said then changed to a whisper. “Her husband had been playing her for a fool for a long time. She’s rather reserved by today’s standard as you are and your ages mesh well. So, I propose you offer to take her out to lunch to thank her for all her help in your time of need. She did help you quite a bit when your wife died, didn’t she? At least at work while you grieved.”

He stared blankly at her and nodded. “Yes, she did. She was....so sweet to me,” he mumbled almost to himself.

Janet, realizing she was on the right track, smiled and added, “You can tell her that you know she’s not exclusively your secretary but that she certainly has helped you out very much and that you are very appreciative. You can become friendly, you know?  That would be a good start and we can see how it goes from there.  You have my number on file if you --” she paused when they heard a timid knock at the door and in came Mrs. Palmer with his coffee.

“Two sugars and a splash of milk, just like you like it. Let me take that coat and hang it up for you. Call me if you need anything else, Mr. McIntyre,” Kim said with a shy smile. She stepped out again leaving him staring after her, his mouth agape as if he had never seen her before.

“Yes, she’s rather pretty, isn’t she? And you already said she’s very sweet. I think you two would get along rather well. Let me know if I can help with anything. Goodbye, Mr. McIntyre,” Janet said with a smile. She left feeling rather good but not as good as a few weeks later when she saw them coming back from lunch, holding hands and apparently very happy.

An Ever Fixed Mark, Chapter 1: Purpose in life

“That’s just not going to work, Janet. Nobody knows what a Yenta is. They might think it’s a character from Starwars,” Jasmine stated shaking her head. She was looking over her twin sister’s shoulder into the lap top computer screen Janet had only just gotten as a birthday present.

“They have to know what a Yenta is. Who doesn’t know “Fiddler On The Roof”?” Janet scoffed . She quickly broke into song giving her sister a medley. “Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset....match-maker, match-maker, make me a match, find me a find, catch me a catch...if I were a rich man, yaba-daba-dibe-dibe, dah...all day long I’d biddy-biddy-bum, if I were a wealthy man...hey!...I wouldn’t have to work hard...”

Jasmine started singing along too. They at least had that in common, a love for music. With everything else, they were complete opposites, especially in their musical tastes.