Tina: Good friend and former roomate of Lydia back in college. Tina is in the Book version of the Website as is Paul, Chester's friend.
Tina had no idea that the next hour would change the lives of so many people. All she knew was that they were going to be late if Lydia didn't hurry up. She quietly tapped on the thin door connecting her hotel room with Lydia's. When there was no answer, she eased the door open just a bit and could see a reflection of Lydia in the mirror opposite the bed. Lydia was kneeling quietly in the shadows with her hands folded, head bowed, and lips moving slightly. Tina smiled to herself. Lydia always prayed just before she debated. Her friend's image looked so peaceful that she felt guilty disturbing her, but it had to be done. Tina was her second in this year's debate at San Francisco. It was being held at the Hilton, and Lydia had made it to the final debate. She was beginning to get quite a reputation in the Evolution vs. Creation category. Tina gave her a few more moments of privacy. Looking at the clock by her bed, she saw that they were running out of time. She knocked louder. "Lydia, we have to go. If we're late, Chester will win by default."
Lydia quickly concluded her prayer, took a deep breath, and looked up toward the narrowly open door linking her room to Tina's. "Okay, I'm coming." She grabbed her bag and her notes and rushed over to Tina's room. "How do I look?" She twirled around so Tina could see what she had chosen to wear. As usual, Lydia could rival Jackie O. or Princess Di in creating an air of understated elegance. The soft caramel of her suit brought out the golden highlights in her red hair further enhancing her fair skin. It was conservatively cut, slightly fitted at the waist with a slim skirt falling just below her knees. She wore little makeup -- just a touch of mascara on her long lashes and tinted gloss on her full lips. Her only jewelry was plain gold studs on each ear lobe and a thin gold chain with a small cross that nestled at the base of her long neck. Her nails were short, perfectly manicured, and buffed to a sheen without color.
Tina grinned. "Chester doesn't have a chance. Now let's go."
Lydia couldn't move for a moment. She felt a fear-like shiver go up her spine. "What was that," she wondered. She was feeling anxious for some reason which was silly. She knew she was an experienced debater and this was her favorite subject. When she finally got her feet to moving, she tried to keep from running down the hall to the elevators. As they waited for the doors to open, she tried to slow her beating heart by willpower. "I don't know why I feel so nervous. I'm usually calm and confident, even for the finals."
Tina was worried. Lydia usually was cool as ice. Probably if you looked under serenity in the dictionary, there would be Lydia's picture. She almost always won her debates, especially when making it to the finals. This wasn't like her at all. "Calm down, this guy is just like all the others. Besides nobody has beat you in this subject since you found the secret weapon. It's even better than your statistical argument; and when the two are combined, no one can beat you."
The elevator dinged and both women got on. As the door closed, Tina had to reach around Lydia to hit the button for the third floor where the large meeting rooms were. Lydia was so stressed she had just stared at the row of buttons like she had never seen anything like them before. She shook her head and blushed, "Gosh, thanks, I don't know what I was thinking."
The Story |
Chester's Debate Logic |
Lydia's Debate Logic |
Lydia's View |
Master's View |