" How old is she?" I asked."I'm not rightly sure but I think somewhere around sixty to sixty three".I'm only fifty four and she looks ten times better... than I do, I thought. Oh, well, I just might as well humor her and get it over with.Over the next few weeks every day she was there when I went to breakfast. She would sit down and we would talk about the newspaper reports and the stories that were on the morning news shows. And each day when we left to go walking she would make sure that I. *This trip out more boxes were emptied as the waitress handed her lover a small still life composition. It was a luminous piece with a fine blend of rainbow oil colors, the subject; brilliant wild flowers in a dull brown clay vase, Untitled. "Look at the signature. " Dana urged."Rowen S. Atwell? " Jason gazed with obvious appreciation of the fair approximation of an older style, perhaps influenced by Monet... "But Will painted this." This was his first homage piece to his muse. As she learned. I whatsapped her – where r you?Reply came after long 10 minsDivya – stuck into my blouseMe – get out of your blouse fast with naughty smileyDivya – Too much in rush to see me without blouse kindly wait for right momentMe – unable to wait anymore to c u without blouseDivya – Then kindly come upstairs to help me out to get rid of this blouse messMe- are you serious?Divya – yes I amWithout waiting even for a second I went upstairs and opened her bedroom door. I was speechless motionless seeing. She did, however, secretly practice witchcraft with a coven close to her campus. Being that she was new, her first lesson was to study potions. She had the choice to choose any potion she desired just as long as the potion she created worked as intended. She skimmed through the book to find one that was both fun yet useful. Her roommate was gone to a summer party so if anything went wrong she would be able to set things straight by the time she got back."Let's see, summoning potions, love.