“In some ways, yes. I’m actually not dating anyone here in Chicago now.”Which was true. Elyse and I weren’t dating. In fact, she and I hadn’... made love the last few nights, either. I wondered if that was a preparation for moving back to her own bed, or just a simple product of being tired from all the schoolwork.I continued, “I’m heading back to Milford this weekend so I’ll be seeing Kara. It’s a bit easier for me to go home than it is for you.”“True. When are you leaving?”“Friday after class.. "You glance over at your sister who just sat there, still staring at you. You wanted to ask her if she had known all along too, and as if reading your mind she answers."Yes, I've known for a few years now."Shocked, you glanced around at everyone, having no idea what to say. Should you be angry at the fact that they lied to you, or... you don't know. You grip your shorts with both hands, tears beginning to swell and fall down your face. This was the one thing you did know, you knew that you were. As I was walking through the streets a mini bus pulled up next to me. The first thing I noticed was it was full of Caribbean men all singing and laughing. The window wound down and an older gentleman asked me for directions to a hotel they were staying in nearby. I tried to explain to them but was not very good with directions. I explained it was not far from where I lived and they offered to give me a lift. I was a bit unsure that it was a good idea due to the fact that I was on my own but I. She and Katie could tend to him while I could figure something out. As I left the room, I picked up a fountain pen that was in his shirt. Nobody paid any attention to me.I had noticed something odd about that pen. He had only been carrying it the last few weeks. Suddenly it appeared along with his favorite one, and it looked different. On a hunch, I picked it up, went into the other room, and started playing with it. It didn't take me long to figure out this was not just a fountain pen, it did.