"Why, the Batman, of course!" she cooed."The masked vigilante?" Lana nodded, and I steered the conversation backto my twin four-year olds. Better not ...o dwell on costumed crimefighters,especially since I used to be one.The last time I saw Lana was more than a year ago, at our ten-year highschool reunion. Lana came striding into the Elks banquet hall where ourdinner and dance was being held, looking for all the world like thestylish city girl she's become. She wore an elegant black dress, and. ”Then, glassy-eyed and still blushing, she picked up the bag with her purchases and walked away, seeming to wobble slightly on her high heels as she made her way towards the exit. Bird watched her, stunned, for a moment. Then he slapped the Register Closed sign onto the counter and followed her out of the store.It wasn’t hard to trail her, even with the lunchtime crowds surging through the mall. The emerald green of her blouse made her stand out, of course, but not nearly as much as her. ” I promised her we’d do it many times in the future, especially while we lived in New England. I already envisioned driving up to Maine for a romantic weekend.The following morning we drove first to the Lesley bookstore where we bought tees and sweatshirts then we stopped at the Harvard Coop where we repeated the purchases with Harvard gear. Of course, we remembered my sisters and parents, including them in our purchases. Our arms laden with bags we stopped off at the Admissions Office to. I'm not fully sure that we're actually having this conversation. I am hopeful a psychologist is listening to my words but it would not fully surprise me if this nice office is a delusion and I'm wearing a straight jacket.Thank you, I do prefer to believe I'm in your office. But if I am in an asylum, perhaps the words I think I'm speaking to you are being heard by-But I digress. I suppose I should consider you tolerant for having ignored my instructions that you call the police on me. Here, I'll.