It's already been three weeks since Lenore got here, and I'm dreading her leaving me to make her way back to Boston. I know that Nic feels the same, but leaving the school paper back home for a month is a big enough deal as it is. She paused her life for me, to be here for me during a time that I needed her most, and I could never tell her how much I appreciated it.
I was leaving my English Lit class, getting ready to go meet Lenore and Renee for coffee at a little coffee spot just off campus when a man approached me. Probably mid-sixties, an unkempt writer-type. Still smells of yesterday's whiskey despite the fact that it's early afternoon now.
"Genvieve Dubois?" he asked, apprehensive and farther away than someone more familiar would be while starting a conversation. The question stopped me mid-stride, pulling my attention toward him.
