If there was something called instant infatuation, I had it. She started telling me about her going to college and how she wanted to become a famous w...riter. She loved reading novels. Love stories and fantasy stories were her favorite. She had been attending college for three years now. She wanted a degree in literature so she could have some credentials when she published her books in the future.We had English twice a week and I looked forward to class. I hated English but because of Charly it. Ok - so Sven hasn't always been entirely good - but, if you pardon the vernacular, for most of the time I've been 'gooder' than most - or perhaps lucky and careful not to get caught too often. This time my protestations failed - miserably.Maybe I ought to rewind a tad. My other half's niece had arrived to stay with us. Forget 15 year old nymphos, when you get to our age, think more like forty plus year old aging has-beens -except Sam wasn't. A has-been that is. Divorced yes, has-been no way. In. I think I might cancel,” Freya joked. “I will stay here this morning and if you are okay, I will go to work this afternoon. If you need anything, you can call.” Ben handed Freya the tray. When he returned, Freya was asleep. She woke up an hour before Ben left and was reading. Freya felt much better and promised she would not do anything strenuous. Ben still wondered if the implant actually would work. And he worried about what would happen if she found out about his prior knowledge. *** The. Koskowski and Ann Hastings lived, over to the Baldwin neighborhood and then past the Ford residence before returning to the track. When I got back to the house, Mr. Oldham and Suzanne had gone to bed. I felt drained of energy, finally tired enough to sleep.Stephanie called the next morning to say she wasn't going to run; it was still misting."Are you coming over tonight?" she asked."I don't know. I've got to work on my application for school," I lied. It was finished although I did plan to.