“Nope, she’s not depressed,” he said addressing Andy but referring to me. “She’s aging prematurely and at a rapid rate. She’s a grumpy old woman. That’s what she is.”

“I’ll bring you a special tea . . . to soothe your nerves, my dear. Is that fine?” Nyx spoke softly to Andy. Andy nodded, “Yes, thank you.” Galen handed Andy a box of tissues. “I think she needs something stronger; vodka, perhaps?”

“When we got to class, Andy reached in to my tote and set the rose on my desk. I didn’t understand why she had pulled it out. I had been very careful in making sure it wouldn’t get crushed. It wasn’t until I saw Jean tighten her brows when Andy said in a really loud voice, “David, that rose you gave Isis is beautiful,” that I understood Andy’s reason for putting the flower on display.”

“It’s sweet. Passionate. Appealing to the senses.” Andy sounded serious, like a true critic. “Have you thought of majoring in literature?”

“My heart’s beat thy sight stole, Taking mine unruly soul. My pulse at rates of abrupt speed; I proclaimed love before my creed. Blooming flowers hold no compare To thy blissful beauty, oh so rare. Give me agony or give me death, I’ll take thy heart as eternal breath. Ceaselessly Yours, David Chios”

“Will I be allowed to drive you this afternoon?” David picked at his salad. “Oh, about that . . . I have a doctor’s appointment. I’m riding with Bill and Andy.” David’s eyes narrowed. “Are you ill?” “No.” I was hesitant to tell him I was seeing a psychiatrist. I didn’t want him to think I was a nut job.”

“You look a little flushed,” he expressed in a pompous tone. I couldn’t believe he called me on it. “Do you need me to pull over?” What a pretentious ass! He knew exactly why I was red in the face. I was from embarrassment. I clenched my jaw trying to keep my composure.”