David: Are you serious?Me: I’m not sure. David: Please don’t.Me: I won’t. David: There’s no problem with doing it, though. I like you, Ali. I�...�ve had a crush on you since the end of summer, and you can’t imagine how happy I felt on Thursday.Me: Sorry, you can’t have both of us.David: Are you thinking of telling her?Me: No, she loves you. I don’t want to ruin that for her.David: What if I break up with her… it will be hard, but I want to be with you too.Me: If you break up with her for that one. Yes, he does own a PDA — and you should see it, does everything — but it was in my pocket and powered down and no ear bud. I commed "Sarnt Oscar" and it is Detective Chief Superintendent Sir William Oscar at the Police Academy. Oscar says he has known the kid for ten years and can vouch for him — says it's a long story but suggests that we do everything for the kid and we wont be sorry; but we muck him about and we'll find ourselves doing parking duties on the asteroid. And I don't think he was. I was up early the next day, my sleep being full of the unnamed girl. I cleaned up around the house and waited, playing on the computer, reading, and generally trying to take my mind off the girl.It was almost ten when the bell rang. I opened it and she was standing there in a bright short summer dress, looking wonderful and full of youthful grace. She was smiling shyly. "Come in," I invited.She followed me into the living room."I don't know your name," I said."Teresa," she answered. "What's. Then she ended up at Columbia School of Journalism while I was there. The big city proved a major temptation and she quit. We lost track of each other for a few years, especially when I quit Columbia because of a lack of funds and moved to Berkeley to establish residency and finish my Masters. We're as different as day and night, but somehow enjoyed each other's company. I think I helped to ground her a bit. She's really quite brilliant, but utterly undisciplined and careless. And though it.