I went to the library. The library was in the main old school building and had high stained glass windows. It was almost deserted. I went along the ro...s of shelves, full of boring books.And there she was. That magnificent long fuzzy blonde hair. It had to be Flat Alice. She was sitting hunched over her open binder, writing. I walked around her table and stood in front of her and cleared my throat. She looked up. She had small delicate features and high cheekbones, eyebrows so blonde they almost. We were quite calm and driving she broke the silence and said “I’m going to miss him for a week” I said “Yes! The way you people love each other was looking awesome” she smiled. Then I asked “Was that a love marriage? She said “yes! He loves me more than anything”. We reached her bungalow and I was about to leave she said “Surya! Can you accompany me for a drink?” I said but I drink only beer” she said “it’s available” she took me to her mezzanine floor of her bungalow and took vodka for her. I would have to let my carpool group know that they could plan on being an hour later leaving the campus each Tuesday. It didn't seem to be a problem, at least not at first.If I had learned a useful skill during my years in sales and management, it was to become a good listener. In my youth, I was far too anxious to jump into a conversation without really knowing what it was all about. It was an often useful exercise to shut up and find about what other people are saying before diving in. For. With a loud cry she reached her climax. "That was wonderful. Quick, but wonderful."By this time we were outside her friend's house, which was just as well, as my mind, for some reason, had not been on the rules of the road. Straightening our clothes, we walked up the driveway, rang the bell and were met by another vision of loveliness, this time a brunette version packaged similarly to the one I was with."This is my bestest friend Anne," Zelda said, rather ungrammatically, "we went through.