..breakin' news, I'm on my mob shit, all this ice on me, you ain't gone rob shit, who want it, who want it... (Darnell's ringtone, Yo Gotti's Who Want...It)Darnell wrapped the towel around him, walked out the bathroom singing. Which he was pretty good at. He looked at his phone, saw he had four missed calls and 10 text messages. There were two missed calls from his sister, one missed call from this bi-racial girl he was talking to, Sydney, and another call from his friend Trey.Damita, Darnell's. "So," Marigold asked. "What's on your mind?"Dawn pointed to a glacial irregular, "There's a gentle path on the far side of that rock. It's a good place to talk."Marigold followed, finding the top of the rock to be surprisingly smooth and clean. She settled down and asked again, "So, what did you want to talk about?"Dawn looked out into the distance. Marigold followed her eyes. From up on the rock, they could see the whole campus laid out beneath them. Involuntarily, she said, "Wow. Neat."Dawn. “Bro, you really LIKED that shit?”“I would have hit on you sooner if I’d known it would be like this,” I said.“Haha, my nigga!” he laughed, punching me on the shoulder. “But guess what? I didn’t even nut yet! You want me to rape you again?”“Yeah, nigga! Bust that shit to pieces, man!”He looked down at me with that deathly glare again.“You masochistic motherfucka,” he growled. And then he went again, giving me the roughest fucking ever, punching, slapping, choking and spitting on me, verbally. Eve and I want to be together but she has to go to Nashville for her show. I think you have the same problem." Pretty much. She is a great gal and I like her a lot. Bill, I'm happy here. I've never really wanted to live anywhere else. I just don't know if I could follow her to Nashville. I can't do it right now anyway."We were walking back to the house and stepped to the front porch. "I know. Eve plans to broadcast from here at least part-time. I don't know how it's all going to work out with.