”“Great, huh?” I smirked.“Don’t be gross, Mikey!”“What was Emmy’s point?”“I don’t know, really. And she’s pissed you’re tryi...g to interfere with her and Clark.”“There IS NO ‘her and Clark’. There’s Clark liking the idea of screwing the racist’s daughter. And I guess Emmy is doing it to get back at her dad; though if he ever finds out...”“Yeah.”“She’s not going to stop, is she?”“No.”“Nuts,” I sighed. “If I don’t get the RA position, I’m going to have to change roommates.”“That sucks.”“Have you. Elena was squeezing my hand in her loving way and placed her head on my shoulder.“You have no idea what this means to her. When she first joined the track team here she just seemed to withdraw into herself. She was becoming depressed. She almost quit the team. Then she discovered your trophies and heard some of the stories behind some of them. You became somewhat of a hero to her after that.” Zoe told me lovingly.“So that explains the reaction I got when she talked to me on the phone that one. Brockton Community College was full of women. Half of the campus was women, in fact. We’re talking about thousands upon thousands of females there. They were black, white, Asian, Latin, Middle-Eastern and everything in between. All races and body types. Tall, short, stocky, fat, thin, muscular, flabby, thick and everything in between. You’d think in a place filled with so many women, I wouldn’t have a hard time meeting someone interesting. Yeah, that’s what I thought. I thought there were a lot. A black river it was; a boat - an archetypical ferry to... what?"Luce?"A distant voice was muffled by the buzz in his skull, the pulse in hisears and the murmuring of the river that carried him. Then he heard itagain."Luce? Are you all right?"Slowly the darkness cleared, the rocking stopped."Aah, God, Harper," he said, his voice thick, his breathing short.The boy sat on his knees next to him, looking down. A smile brokethrough his concern, lighting up his face in its frame of black hair.His.