In this place and time, the shadows Nick has always feared are his traveling companions. He’ll be watching just like we are now. He’s watching so ...losely, that one might think he’s mad. Of course, to follow the heart’s desires shows a level of madness. He sees himself walking into that coffee house. He’ll later call it the coffee house of the damned, I mean, that’s what he is right? If you lost your star, aren’t you damned? He knows the answer, I suppose we don’t, not really. Nick walked in. ’ Mrs. Gresham pulled into the parking lot the next day. Billy was standing at the front of the doughnut shop talking to Heather, who was dressed as nicely as Mrs. Gresham had ever seen. Heather and Billy shared a few laughs, Heather kissed him on the cheek and then she left. Once Heather was gone, Mrs. Gresham got out of her car and approached Billy. ‘I thought Jane was going to pick me up.’ ‘I need to have a word with you. We can talk on the way if you don’t mind.’ Mrs. Gresham started. “Yes that was me.” she answered herself. Her face bore a naughty grin.Then she frowned.“Why are you so silent” she asked. “Is something wrong?”“No, I was just thinking.”“About what?”“About, how I would like to do this every morning,” he answered as his hand caressed her cheek.“Oh, I would certainly like that. And maybe you can; I intend to keep you close.” And with that she positioned herself upon him.She learned forward to kiss his face, to kiss his lips, and to kiss his neck. Her erect. Sylvia moaned in a low incoherent voice through her daze of pain and began to move her limbs tentatively as though to see if they still worked. She seemed to be coming slowly back to life, and gradually she opened her eyes and lifted a limp arm to her forehead to push back her wildly tousled jet black hair. She managed to raise herself painfully onto one elbow from where she stared hard at Billy and Ellen, glaring at them both with a look of implacable hatred."You picked that bitch, Billy..