So, thought I, as I affixed this into mymemory: this explains why the Maenads loved the pitcher so. The madwomen of Dionysus, who drank to his healt..., whose madness waslegendary, perhaps had been neither mad nor women.* * * * *In Aprilis of the year 729 from the founding of the City, I returned,sun-browned and refreshed, and determined to face my future as aservant of the people. I had my verses, and my research, which mightoccupy my evenings and idle days, but henceforth my primary duty. I'm fairly sure you're already married in your heart and mind ... aren't you?"Rosie blushed and nodded."And if you still want to be a social worker as you said, you need to make sure you keep taking your pills, and keep working in school." Oh, I do ... but I admit my ... priorities have changed a little, recently."Dulcie laughed. "Yes, I can believe that. And Rosie ... don't be a stranger." She stood, thinking there was little more to say, but Rosie rose to her feet and moved to embrace. "A long time for young lovers to be apart." Grandmother—" he started."We've discussed it," Heisinger interrupted. "It's not exactly like we're brand new together. We've had more than four years already and we'll have lots and lots and lots more when I get back."Meiersdottir nodded, more to herself than them. "Good," she mused. "Solid. Strong. The way it should be. The way it was with your grandfather and me."They both shifted uncomfortably; personal discussions among them were rare, and this. "But it might be for the best. People change and maybe you should change as well. Find someone new. Someone who appreciates you better. I'm sorry, but you and Zoe are just not right for one another any longer." I don't want anyone new!" I yelled, interrupting her. "And I don't care for you and the damned way you changed the most beautiful and REAL girl I've ever known into some kind of cliquish preppie chick!" That's not called for," Steph said, with a tone of quiet sadness in her voice. "There.