by Douglas Young<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Heading to his first summer class, Huxley Madison walked ever slower toward Erasmus Burt University\u2019s Foreign Languages Building. Though he did well in high school Spanish, learning another tongue had not been easy or particularly fun, and he had put off fulfilling his college foreign language requirement as long as possible. Now a rising junior, he hoped he had not forgotten too much of what was learned a few years before. But he was distinctly unenthused and longed for a far more fun class in English or the social sciences. He also felt embarrassed at likely being a couple years older than most of his classmates in the freshman class.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Since he dallied getting to class by stopping to read the campus newspaper and talk with an acquaintance, he entered the back of the classroom just before class began and took a seat in the back left corner. Good<\/em>, he thought. Hopefully the teacher won\u2019t call on me way back here<\/em>. At nine a.m., the well-dressed lady writing on the chalkboard turned to the class.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBuenas dias, estudiantes,\u201d she said ebulliently. \u201cYo soy Senora Seraphina Fuentes. Como estan?\u201d The instructor was a very attractive older lady who had enjoyed a long career at the local Alfred Marmaduke Hobby High School before retiring and teaching part-time at the university. Huxley admired her black dress with flower images and wondered if her jewelry came from the silver-mining town of Taxco, Mexico, visited by his high school Spanish class one spring break. After passing out copies of the syllabus, Senora Fuentes\u2019s seemingly fixed smile suddenly became a frown as she began furiously fanning herself with both hands.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBut, first, we\u2019re going to crank up this air conditioning,\u201d she exclaimed walking to the thermostat. \u201cWe are not going through hot flashes again.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 From the class came mostly stunned silence, some embarrassed giggles, and a few hearty laughs, the loudest from a young lady on the front row diagonally to Huxley\u2019s right. Finding the source, he turned his attention to the tall brunette beauty looking at the instructor with such a splendid smile. Framed by a full mane of long, auburn hair, her ebullient face featured a full set of teeth worthy of a toothpaste commercial. Huxley was taken by how perfectly poised she seemed with her head resting ever so snugly in the cup of her left hand as her eyes followed Senora Fuentes\u2019s every move. Mr. Madison wished someone would gaze at him like that, especially one so fetching.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He also admired how she was the only girl in class wearing a dress, a golden one adorned with bright red and purple flowers. Leaning as far into the aisle as he dared without being obvious, Huxley further noted what a fine pair of long, crossed legs emerged from her golden dress atop brown sandals.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Since Senora Fuentes frequently asked questions of the students — and in Spanish — the generally shy Huxley reluctantly refocused on the teacher\u2019s words, determined not to embarrass himself in front of everyone, particularly the lovely lass at the front of the class. But for the rest of the period, he stole looks at the girl with the boisterous laugh. The class had already turned out to be far more interesting than he ever imagined, and he hoped the students would have to have a conversational partner. How cool if she could be mine<\/em>, he hoped. But I\u2019m sitting way too far away from her<\/em>, he fretted.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To his relief, no one sat in the desk to the right of his still-smiling classmate. Mr. Madison hoped no one showed up late to claim it and resolved to sit there the next class.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Relieved he had not made a fool of himself when Senora Fuentes called on him at the end of the period, he looked to see if the girl in the golden dress talked with anyone when the class dismissed. She did not, but instead exited the room standing tall with a self-assured walk. Huxley\u2019s most dreaded summer class was now his most exciting.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When the Spanish class met again two days later, he caught himself walking rapidly toward the classroom, arriving even before the previous class let out. As soon as the earlier class adjourned, he darted to the seat by the front door and waited eagerly for the one on his left to be filled.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As the minutes ticked by, his eyes kept checking the clock above the chalkboard, and an alarming thought penetrated his radar. What if Miss Golden Dress dropped the course? Maybe her loud laugh revealed someone not taking the class seriously enough to remain in it. Drat<\/em>, Huxley thought, and dog if I\u2019m not planted right on the front row, all the more likely to be called on by the teacher for the rest of the term<\/em>. Comparing the time on the wall clock with that of his watch and phone, at nine o\u2019clock he began to despair when Senora Fuentes clapped her hands and began the class.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But as if gliding across his horizon like an elegantly serene swan, the statuesque young lady with the flowing reddish-brown hair gracefully slid into her seat next to him. His eyes widened and blinked as he sat up straight. Today she wore a dark blue dress and red flip-flops. But what most caught his fancy were the lavender lilac petals she wore above her right ear.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As soon as he caught himself staring at her, she turned to him with brownish-green eyes and flashed a friendly smile, to which he blinked and smiled back. He had heard nothing the teacher said and sensed his whole being enveloped by a drowsy, dreamy feeling that recalled the first time he got stoned on hashish \u2013 before he had to stop smoking it for all the paranoia it produced.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Any regret that his classmate caught him watching her was dwarfed by the surprising smile she shared. Finding it harder to focus, he forced himself to try to follow what the teacher was saying in Spanish so as not to fall hopelessly behind. The prospect of incorrectly answering a question posed to him by Senora Fuentes while Miss Blue Dress looked on was mildly frightening.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Between trying to keep up with the instructor\u2019s rapid Spanish and his furtive glances at his comely classmate, the class went quickly. When everyone got up to leave, the champion worrier could not help himself.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI hope you don\u2019t mind me moving from the back row up here,\u201d he remarked. \u201cSpanish isn\u2019t exactly my forte, and I figured I better sit down front so as not to fall behind,\u201d he offered nervously.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI didn\u2019t know you\u2019d been in the back,\u201d she answered with a chuckle. \u201cBut welcome to the front.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThanks,\u201d he replied with a relieved smile. After some hesitation he added, \u201cI\u2019m Huxley Madison\u201d and extended his hand.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cJuniper Newmar. Delighted to meet you,\u201d she replied gripping his hand more firmly than he could ever recall a lady doing. They proceeded to walk down the crowded hall together.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAre you a Spanish major?\u201d he asked and she chuckled again.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNot remotely. Foreign languages have never come easily to me either,\u201d Juniper declared. \u201cNo, I\u2019m just taking some classes this summer that I should\u2019ve knocked out when I was a freshman.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMe too. I\u2019m actually a rising junior,\u201d he noted.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSame here.\u201d She nodded as a stupendous smile spread across her face again. He caught himself smiling back.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 By the time they went in different directions to their next class, they had found out some basic facts about one another, like where they were from and each other\u2019s major. Though it had all been small talk, Huxley felt as if his entire body was infused with a mild intoxicant. He was also struck by how bright the mid-morning sun shone and how intensely vibrant the blue hydrangeas, orange day lilies, and yellow coneflowers bloomed around them.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThanks for introducing yourself, Huxley Madison,\u201d Miss Newmar announced. \u201cSee you in class Friday.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThere, dudette,\u201d he replied with a smile and a wave as she grinned at him. This could be the best summer class yet<\/em>, he noted.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 What a nice, polite boy, and kind of cute too<\/em>, Juniper mused walking away. Well dressed, his shirt tucked in, clean shaven, hair combed, clean nails, a solid handshake, well spoken, and maintaining eye contact. Quite a masculine miracle. Spanish class just got more intriguing<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 While Huxley was thrilled such a looker gave him any time at all, Juniper relished her first fun friendly banter with a man her age since breaking up with her boyfriend a few weeks before. Though lots of male customers at the restaurant where she waitressed were friendly, and more than a few flirty too, this Huxley appeared decidedly more sincere, a little nervous but gamely fighting his shyness. He seemed actually interested in what she had to say<\/em>, as opposed to just wanting an excuse to ogle some hot chick eye candy. We\u2019ll see what happens, <\/em>she thought while spotting a pair of cardinals in a red and white Rose of Sharon flower bed.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am I already crushing on this gal?<\/em> Huxley asked himself. Now let\u2019s not get too excited. This babe is way out of my league. Just be grateful for the unexpected pretty scenery in Spanish class and don\u2019t mess up a pleasant distraction by getting hurt when she turns me down for a date. What an endless semester in Spanish class that would make. Then I\u2019ll wish I\u2019d stayed on the back row, sure enough.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Still, he knew it was not just her gorgeousness that was so appealing. There was some hard-to-define spark about her different from other people he had known. She definitely exuded much more confidence than he had. She just seems unafraid of anything<\/em>, he marveled. Really happy too<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Happy was not how Miss Newmar would describe herself, certainly not since discovering her last beau cheated on her. She was all the more humiliated since friends saw George McClellan openly squiring another girl at a popular restaurant. That Elodie Evans was a sister waitress where she worked who George had met when giving Juniper a ride home made it a double betrayal, and one she was embarrassingly reminded of most every shift at work. Salting the wound all the more was that her rival was significantly less attractive, far less intelligent, and someone George was clearly not serious about.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But the worst, most lingering fallout from the breakup came from how fervently George denied there was anyone else. That he lied so passionately and almost tearfully made her briefly question whether her friends misinterpreted what they saw. But they said George and Elodie left the restaurant holding hands, and when Juniper confronted her in the parking lot at work, Elodie finally admitted they had gone out and, when pushed, proudly acknowledged sleeping with him. How I can ever trust another man?<\/em> Juniper had subsequently asked herself many times since she and George had seemed so simpatico. Together for over a year, she had dared wonder if he might even be marriageable. That he could so cavalierly throw it all away and not be man enough to own up to it had deeply disappointed and demoralized her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This Huxley fellow was the first new guy to be decent to her in some time who was not a restaurant customer perhaps just trying to pick her up. It felt fine to surmise there might be some good men after all. But let\u2019s just take it as it comes<\/em>, she cautioned.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When Friday\u2019s Spanish class at last arrived, Juniper and Huxley were each self-conscious enough not to look too interested in the other, but they enjoyed getting to pair up in a class conversational exercise and giggle their way through broken Spanglish. Huxley was relieved that the uber-confident girl was not a genius and could laugh at herself. Juniper was pleased that her kind classmate had a dry sense of self-deprecating humor and was not trying too hard to impress.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Their interaction went so well that, by the end of class, Huxley wondered if he should ask her out. But he dared not risk rejection, determined not to sour an otherwise joyful class or cast a shadow over the weekend. Nor did he want to look pushy or desperate. Instead, he fished for whether she was dating anyone.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSo what are you up to this weekend?\u201d he asked as they left the classroom.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWorking and studying. Such is my exciting life.\u201d She rolled her eyes. \u201cYou?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAlas, pretty much the same, I reckon. We live in a fallen world.\u201d He sighed and she chuckled. When it was time to head in different directions on the sidewalk, they both paused, eager for the other to say something, but each froze. After a few awkward seconds, first she and then he laughed and said goodbye.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 All weekend he wished he had asked her out, surprised such a lovely-looking lass was apparently dateless the whole weekend and reminding himself not to miss an opportunity, especially with such a bona fide knockout. Girls like her never seemed to remain unattached for long. With fervor, he resolved to ask her out, and soon.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Part of Juniper had hoped he would ask her out when they parted Friday. She already found him more engaging than the guys she had dated and, despite being a little introverted, he exuded a remarkably open quality she found refreshing. If he\u2019s too shy to ask me out, maybe I should break my rule and ask him out. So much for all those cute macho guys eager to go out with me but with little substance or dependability<\/em>, she noted bitterly. Definitely not much there, there,<\/em> to paraphrase Gertrude Stein.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The next week of Spanish class continued to go well for Juniper and Huxley. They got to class earlier and earlier to visit, first to chat in their seats between classes and then in the hall before the previous class let out. They appreciated each other\u2019s humor and talked ever more uninhibitedly. Juniper especially enjoyed it when Huxley joked sotto voce during class, and he was elated to see her try to hide her laughter from Senora Fuentes.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 By the end of Wednesday\u2019s after-class walk together, Huxley sensed she would go out with him. Even if she turned him down for a date, he felt sure she would at least meet him for lunch as a friendly acquaintance or, he dared hope, a real friend.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSo would it be forward to ask you to dinner this weekend?\u201d he inquired.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThat sounds delightfully delicious and, if you don\u2019t, I might ask you.\u201d A trace of a grin graced her face.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Before he could catch himself, his eyes widened above a full, toothy grin. She could not help giggling at his excitement and they agreed he would pick her up Friday at five o\u2019clock for dinner at The Deep End, a popular seafood restaurant, followed by a movie at seven.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Arriving at her apartment, he was entranced when she opened the door, for she wore more makeup, an attractive green blouse with yellow flowers, and a white skirt. She was pleased he was on time, freshly shaven, and dressed well enough for church, sans a sport coat and tie. She thought of all the times she had dressed her best only to find her date unshaven, with his hair uncombed, and wearing a loose shirt, short pants, and (invariably old) sneakers. How refreshing<\/em>, she noted.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWow. You look awesome,\u201d Huxley blurted out before worrying he may have been too forthcoming.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhy, thank you, sir. You look pretty swell yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When he opened and closed the car door for her, Juniper tried to recall the last time any man other than her father or grandfathers had done that. It felt good to be out on a date again a month after her worst breakup. But he\u2019s still a man, girl. One step at a time, babe. Just one<\/em>, she noted as she caught herself looking nowhere for an instant.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Though nervous to be out with such an attractive coed, Huxley was nevertheless more relaxed than on previous first dates, owing to Juniper\u2019s coming across as so unpretentious. He loved her laugh, especially when he induced it, and he relished how casually frank she had been with him from the start. As much fun as they had already had on campus, how much better a time could they create now? But careful, boy. She\u2019s still out of my league. So just be grateful for the evening<\/em>, he cautioned himself.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Led by the hostess to a corner booth in the restaurant, Juniper evinced the slightest smile as Huxley waited for her to sit first. Another box checked<\/em>, she observed. My, my<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Surveying all the exotic seafood entrees \u2013 Juniper was just relieved not to be at another chain eatery \u2013 Huxley amused her by talking about recently buying a can of \u201copossum\u201d meat at a store in charming Chipley, Florida, on the panhandle.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMy cousin Sam asked, \u2018Now, cousin, do you eat opossum with a red wine or a white wine?\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHow about not at all?\u201d Juniper got out between laughs. \u201cOpossums are cool because they eat ticks, and they\u2019re so ugly they\u2019re adorable. So how was it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, man. When we opened that can, the \u2018meat\u2019 was all gooey, pale pink, and really smelly. So we just threw it out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWise choice. I suspect it could have been a culinary catastrophe.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When their beverages arrived \u2013 ginger ale for her and lemonade for him \u2013 he sampled his and instantly realized it was made entirely from freshly squeezed lemons. The drink was so succulent that he took a full gulp and drank it slowly to savor the flavor, closing his eyes as if in the midst of a prolonged kiss.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWoah, there, Huxley. Just what\u2019s in that lemonade?\u201d He passed it to her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cTerrifically tasty indeed,\u201d she confirmed.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The pre-meal conversation had a relaxed flow, and each silently marveled that it had been but nine days since they met. Huxley\u2019s lobster bisque appetizer was so delectable that he unwittingly moaned while eating it, causing Juniper to giggle. Catching himself, he apologized profusely and she laughed louder than at any time since Senora Fuentes\u2019 hot flashes reference.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 After their entrees arrived, Juniper appreciated how Huxley neither ate with his fingers nor with his mouth open. I should thank this guy\u2019s mom<\/em>. When she complimented him on his table manners and detailed how terrible George\u2019s had been, his face became contorted.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSo did you throw up at the table or get to the bathroom in time?\u201d he asked with a look of mock horror, prompting her to laugh again.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re too straight,\u201d she announced.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Caught off-guard, he decided to make light of it.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAh, I just assumed you figured I was heterosexual,\u201d he remarked with a look of concern.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo,\u201d she laughed. \u201cI mean you\u2019re too polite and proper. Don\u2019t you have any bad habits or scandals to hide? I\u2019d love to learn Huxley Madison\u2019s faults. Lord knows, I\u2019ve got plenty.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWell, as Abraham Lincoln said, \u2018It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cExactly. So what are your vices? Come on, Mr. Huxley. If you don\u2019t tell me any of yours, I won\u2019t share any of mine.\u201d She raised her eyebrows and grinned.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWell.\u201d He paused. \u201cIn high school I once got pulled over for driving 85 in a 70 mile-per- hour zone.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Juniper laughed and clapped. \u201cSo what was your parents\u2019 reaction?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThey weren\u2019t proud.\u201d He sighed looking at the table.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thoroughly loosened up, she steered the conversation to their romantic histories. As she suspected, his was way less extensive than hers, but she was struck by how friendly he remained with all his exes, even the one whose betrayal hurt the most. Gently quizzed about his last girlfriend cheating on him, he paused and looked away before speaking slowly.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cTo me, she was my full moon\u2026. But come to find out I wasn\u2019t even a crescent moon to her.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, Huxley. I\u2019m sorry. But it\u2019s her loss. Don\u2019t look back. You don\u2019t still pine for her, do you?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo, no.\u201d He waved his hand and looked back at Juniper with a weak smile. \u201cI did for a while. Not intellectually, but emotionally. Thankfully, time healed my heart and it\u2019s now been over a year. I am grateful for all the swell times we had, or try to be before the bitterness creeps back in to sour it all.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBoy, do I know about that,\u201d she stated with emphasis.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSomebody betrayed you as well?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHah, in my train wreck of a dating mine field? Try last month.\u201d She raised her eyebrows with a frown. \u201cBy a guy I\u2019d been with for more than a year, someone I figured to have a right long relationship with too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For the first time Huxley could recall, Juniper looked unhappy. Her eyes turned to her plate, and he detected a flash of anger as she stabbed a scallop with her fork.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he offered in a softer voice. When she did not reply, he sought to cheer her up. \u201cBut I bet he\u2019s the only guy who ever cheated on you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThat I can prove,\u201d she noted bitterly. \u201cThe beau the year before just one day up and said he needed \u2018some time alone.\u2019\u201d She rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For several seconds, no one spoke. Desperate to lift the mood, Huxley tried to be funny.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBut look on the upside,\u201d he said in a louder, more cheerful voice, promptly her to look up with raised eyebrows. \u201cIt\u2019s far better to learn he\u2019s a homosexual now than after you\u2019re wearing his wedding ring.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cCome again?\u201d She put her fork down to look at him with wide eyes.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBe grateful he saved you from so much more pain and humiliation in the long run.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHow do you figure that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAny guy who\u2019d break up with such a gorgeous gal as you is, by definition, homosexual,\u201d he declared with his best deadpan expression.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For a few seconds, she bore into his eyes to discern if he was sincere before bursting into laughter. Though he was not, he studiously maintained his best Buster Keaton stoneface.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m not sure how on the level you are, Huxley Madison, but that\u2019s right precious of you to say, and I do appreciate it. Seriously, thank you, Huxley. After all my endlessly analyzing every failed relationship — and lots of expensive therapy — just laughing about it is likely the best medicine.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThe Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. spoke of \u2018the paralysis of analysis,\u2019 Huxley noted. \u201cAnyway, I\u2019m glad to state basic facts. As for the cheater\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGeorge,\u201d she snarled before putting her fingers in her mouth as if to vomit.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cCan I ask what you did upon discovering the betrayal?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cFirst, I asked him if there was anyone else to see if he\u2019d own up to it. But the bastard lied right to my face,\u201d she said with a raised voice. \u201cHe was so convincing that he almost cried<\/em>. That was the really scary part. When I informed him how friends had seen him holding hands with the little hussy, he then \u2013 and in a heartbeat \u2013 said, \u2018Let me explain.\u2019 To which I said, \u2018No. Let me. I just dumped your sorry, lying ass.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNot so loud,\u201d Huxley asked in a lower tone leaning forward with a concerned look at other diners. \u201cFolks will think you\u2019re talking about me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHa!\u201d she laughed before putting her hand over her mouth and lowering her voice. \u201cCompletely caught in his own lies, the next day the snake actually called and had the nerve to say, \u2018As a fellow Christian, can\u2019t you please forgive me?\u2019 Before it even crossed his narcissistic radar to apologize. To which I replied, \u2018You and I don\u2019t worship the same God.\u2019 Click. Then I proceeded to trash him to all our mutual friends so everyone would know just what a deceitful, two-faced dog he is. But I\u2019m not the slightest bit bitter,\u201d she winked and took a sip of ginger ale. \u201cIn fact, I was so mature about the whole thing that I painted \u2018Cheater\u2019 in large red letters across his front door.\u201d She widened her eyes at Huxley and chuckled when his mouth fell open.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, my Lord. Did you get in trouble?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNope. I did it at two in the morning. Since there were no witnesses, the cops couldn\u2019t make an arrest.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Riveted by a whole new side to her, Huxley cautiously asked, \u201cYou didn\u2019t worry about getting caught or even arrested?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNot a bit.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGosh, you really think it\u2019s wise to seek revenge on such a loser, especially if it puts you at risk? Don\u2019t you think jerks like George have so depleted their karmic bank accounts that they\u2019ll eventually pay for their betrayals?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pointing a shrimp at him, Juniper replied, \u201cIf I was convinced there was a hell, I might well agree with you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ve just always figured it\u2019s so important not to make unnecessary enemies,\u201d he stated gently.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo, it\u2019s important to make the right enemies,\u201d she replied with a mischievous grin.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Hesitating, Huxley finally spoke. \u201cI\u2019m real sorry George hurt you so much. If it\u2019s any consolation, Juniper, you sure haven\u2019t shown it. You may project more positivity than anyone I\u2019ve ever known.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThanks, Huxley,\u201d she said with emphasis and a soft smile. \u201cLife goes on and we go with it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGrandma Madison says, \u2018Well, they\u2019s because-of folks and then they\u2019s in-spite-of folks. With the first-uns, you\u2019re happy because of \u2019em. With the second, in spite of \u2019em.\u2019 And you\u2019re definitely in the first-un,\u201d he said with a raised glass.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAw, many thanks, Mr. Huxley. You just made my evening.\u201d Juniper beamed and clinked glasses with him.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI just hate how it seems that, whenever I\u2019m cynical about folks, I\u2019m never wrong,\u201d he lamented.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cExactly. Doesn\u2019t it suck?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSo have all your boyfriends been such disappointments?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMost.\u201d She sighed. \u201cI seem to get either entranced by hot macho daredevils who can be real exciting for a spell but end up being callous jerks, or I fall for limp-wristed, lame losers. You know, man-bunned, sackless soy boys who end up just wanting to be \u2018friends.\u2019 I guess I have a weakness for extremes\u2026. But I\u2019m trying to moderate.\u201d She winked.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Feeling a charge electrify his whole being, Huxley quickly suppressed a smile and looked at his plate. This could be working out pretty well after all<\/em>, he speculated.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI just long for someone with whom I can be completely honest,\u201d Juniper declared. \u201cWouldn\u2019t that be amazing? To trust each other totally, to be able and eager to share everything on your mind and have absolutely no secrets? Think how much stress that would eliminate. We could add another twenty years to our lives.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Squinting his eyes and tilting his head, Huxley at last spoke. \u201cI don\u2019t know, Miss Juniper. Having, in effect, a Vulcan mind meld with someone actually sounds scary. Having all<\/em> your thoughts exposed? Being completely emotionally naked? That could be hell.\u201d He frowned.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBut with the right person,\u201d she leaned forward with a confident grin, \u201cheaven.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He looked at her and nodded slowly. \u201cCould be.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The conversation continued smoothly as they shifted to lighter subjects and learned about each other\u2019s families and various interests. They became so engrossed and satisfied with his making her laugh that they neglected to leave the restaurant in time to make the seven o\u2019clock show. Neither was wild about the film anyway, nor did either care to be quiet for a couple of hours. Since the restaurant was not crowded, they were comfortable staying put, and the next lull in the conversation was not heard until after seven-thirty.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNow that was some mighty fine cuisine, indeed,\u201d Huxley declared.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnd the conversation was even better,\u201d Juniper added.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou know we missed the movie,\u201d he remarked as they exited the eatery. \u201cIs there anywhere you\u2019d like to go? A dessert place?\u201d he asked as he held the restaurant\u2019s front door open for her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s such a lovely evening. You fancy a walk?\u201d She smiled at him on the sidewalk.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSure. But we\u2019re not exactly in the best part of town,\u201d he observed as they walked toward his car.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cRight. You want to walk on campus? Or maybe we could use a break from it?\u201d she offered.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thinking of various locales as they got in the car, he suddenly smiled but caught himself before speaking.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhere?\u201d she asked. \u201cCome on. You\u2019re enthused about somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s really pretty, with rolling hills, a variety of flowers, and terrific trees \u2013 dogwoods, magnolias, mimosas, and big oaks with Spanish moss\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSounds great. Let\u2019s go. We\u2019ve got almost a full moon too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cUm. Most folks probably wouldn\u2019t go there.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBecause?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s a cemetery.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Juniper laughed. \u201cCotton Springs?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes. Have you been?\u201d he asked eagerly.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ve just driven by it and seen the name on the big arch entrance. But it looks real pretty.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI hope suggesting a walk in a great big boneyard \u2013 especially at night — doesn\u2019t creep you out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo. It\u2019d be a new experience and, when my girlfriends ask where we went Friday, I can tell them, \u2018Oh, we went to this really hip cemetery.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOnly if you want to, Juniper. I just love graveyards and have enjoyed exploring Cotton Springs many times. It truly does have a lot of impressive tombstones and it\u2019s so peaceful and pretty, and I bet even more so under a big moon. I\u2019ve never been there at night.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWell, what gal could possibly turn down getting to see some \u2018impressive tombstones\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I\u2019ll take you wherever you want,\u201d he said as she laughed.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo, let\u2019s tour the tombstones. I\u2019m up for something novel.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 They drove a short distance to the edge of town and parked in the empty lot at the arched entrance to Cotton Springs Cemetery, the oldest, biggest burial ground in town. Under a large moon and cloudless night sky, the vast property was bathed in a vaguely bright glow.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThanks for wanting to come here,\u201d Huxley said as they got out of the car. \u201cCemeteries are the most tranquilly quiet and peaceful places I know. No matter what my mood, walking through one \u2013 day or night \u2013 always seems to soothe my soul.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWow.\u201d Juniper smiled at him. \u201cWell. Lead on, my soulful cemetery guide.\u201d She lit a Disque Bleu cigarette and exhaled looking at the moon as they walked down a winding road with loads of old graves on either side. She was struck by the wide variety of tombstone styles and sizes. Several large oak trees occasionally shadowed them from the moonlight that seemed to color their surroundings in a dreamy, slightly unfocused light. Each oak\u2019s branches were loosely wrapped in Spanish moss that hung like drapes below. Down to their left sat a lake with a gazebo, while a hillside decorated with rose bushes beckoned above to their right. Each gravestone cast a small shadow, and Juniper tried to recall anywhere else so still.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Huxley could not shake the notion that this entire evening was too enchanting to be real. He had been thrilled just to be out with the finest-looking, most enjoyable girl he knew. As pleasant as their pre- and post-class chats had been, they had not prepared him for the riveting dinner conversation. But now to be alone with Juniper strolling through one of his favorite haunts seemly almost heavenly. Ever alert to how fleeting opportunities all too often proved to be, especially in the romantic realm, he slowly reached over and gently took her hand. To his joy, she casually received it, sending a jolt of endorphins felt throughout his whole person. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked over to see her eyes follow the tree line on the hill to the right.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She took a drag off her cigarette, exhaled, and looked at him with a smile. She chuckled at his wide eyes, locked arms with him, and leaned her head on his shoulder as the road wound to the right to reveal more hills and a valley below.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSo you take all your dates here?\u201d She bent her head forward to stifle a laugh.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re the first, babe,\u201d he said truthfully. \u201cThough I will confess to asking a couple of others. But you\u2019re the only one to say \u2018Yes,\u2019 for which I\u2019m right grateful, Juniper.\u201d He squeezed her hand.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSo if we see a ghost, you definitely owe me,\u201d she remarked. \u201cActually, that\u2019d be pretty sweet.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A feint breeze caused the Spanish moss overhead to stir ever so slowly as they approached the valley. There a few hundred graves stood out for all having such skinny, rectangular headstones, being the only ones to look exactly alike, and all arranged in seemingly perfect rows.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat are those?\u201d Juniper asked. \u201cThey look so much more humble than the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s the Confederate section,\u201d Huxley answered. \u201cThey were killed in battle and are actually from all over Dixie. A lot of them are unmarked.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou mind if we sit down? These sandals ain\u2019t exactly ideal for hills.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo. Of course not. Let\u2019s sit wherever you want.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She took off her sandals and began to walk on the grass among the rows of soldiers\u2019 graves.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI \u2019spect this one looks as good as any,\u201d she announced and sat down to lean against the little headstone. He sat next to her and she moved over so they could share it. His hand slowly reached over to hers and she took it in both of hers as they looked up at the starry night sky. Nothing was said as they surveyed the hills, trees, graves, and grass, and each tried to remember ever feeling so peaceful with another person.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThe landscape looks like a moonlit impressionist painting with everything in soft focus,\u201d Huxley observed. \u201cSomething Claude Monet might have painted.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re right,\u201d Juniper exclaimed. Lifting her head to the moon and stars, she revealed, \u201cNow I\u2019m thinking of Vincent Van Gogh\u2019s \u2018Starry Night\u2019 painting.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIndeed,\u201d he agreed. Seeing her moonlit face staring above with awe, Huxley thought Juniper resembled a silent film star. Noticing him admire her, she grinned and leaned her head on his shoulder. He tilted his head on top of hers.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He wanted to talk with her, but could think of nothing to say. Instead, they continued to lean on each other absorbing the sky and all their surroundings. He noticed her right foot now rested on his ankle.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For Huxley, time stood still and he wondered why he had found life so wanting. Though thrilled, he sought to avoid thought and just feel, content to enjoy the moment, knowing it would not last, but believing the evening would work out well and that they were creating a magnificent memory.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Miss Newmar had no memory of being so relaxed with a man \u2013 and on a first date, she marveled. She was satisfied just to savor such a placid scene, with no need for amusement or talk. How far she had come in the last month from feeling devastated to angry to cynical to now suddenly contented. Part of her desperately wanted to evaluate it all, but she mainly relished her present profound sense of comfort, protection, and well-being. With only an occasional breeze, the setting was so silent that she felt her accelerated heartbeat all the more.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Without thinking, she gradually lifted her head to look at him. He turned to find himself lost in her brown-green eyes and detected the slightest smile across her moonlit face. He leaned forward to kiss her lips and envelop her in a full embrace. Slowly, they eagerly explored every part of each other\u2019s mouth before he began kissing her face, neck and ear. She started to giggle and pulled him back to her mouth where they continued kissing a long time, content to carry on their slow-motion tongue ballet.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 With an exaggerated comic gasp, she leaned back against the tombstone. He chuckled and took her right hand in both of his.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMr. Madison, I do declare your kissing is a far sight better than your Spanish.\u201d She raised her eyebrows and giggled.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cLike with Spanish, I just need a good partner to help me learn,\u201d he opined.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThen we can just learn our way together.\u201d She smiled and leaned her head against his. His left leg was now embraced by both her feet.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m reminded of something the actress Ingrid Bergman said,\u201d Juniper announced. \u201c\u2018A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.\u2019 Isn\u2019t that lovely and so, so true?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThat is brilliant,\u201d he agreed. \u201cAnd I have no memory of ever feeling so calm. Excited, but so laid back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMe too,\u201d she replied. \u201cI had no idea cemeteries could be so satisfying.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThis is definitely now the best one I\u2019ve ever visited,\u201d he declared forthrightly, prompting a laugh.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHey,\u201d he went on, \u201csince it\u2019s so quiet here, if we were in a movie now, what music would you play on the soundtrack?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWow. What a neat question. Let me put my thinking cap on for a spell. But I\u2019ll get back with you directly about that. How about you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s not so much any particular song,\u201d he mused, \u201cbut a whole slew of them blending into each other. There was this English singer and composer from the late 1960s and early \u201970s whose music is so \u2026 mysterious but melodic and even mesmerizing, haunting, hypnotic, and \u2026 enchantingly ethereal. At times it\u2019s sad, but mostly so beautiful, completely captivating, and it all sounds timeless. It has such a delightful dreamy quality to it which is how I feel here with you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWho is it?\u201d she looked at him eagerly.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHe\u2019s really obscure. Have you ever heard of Nick Drake? He\u2019s\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh! I can\u2019t believe you\u2019re a Nick Drake fan. Actually, I can. Yes, and I adore his songs. My favorite high school English teacher played some in class when we were learning about lyrical poetry. Drake\u2019s songs are lovely as all get out and poetic too. No matter my mood, whenever I put his music on, I\u2019m always transported to another world of enticing, fleeting images and such sublime sounds. How super dope we\u2019re both Nick Drake fans too.\u201d She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him tightly.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBeing here with you feels like we\u2019ve walked through the Looking Glass into a fantasy world where time doesn\u2019t exist,\u201d he observed, amused by his sudden spontaneity. \u201cI don\u2019t even know what time it is, or care.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHow do you keep saying precisely what I\u2019m feeling, Huxley?\u201d She put her arms around him and put her cheek against his. \u201cSee? A \u2018Vulcan mind meld\u2019 can<\/em> be pretty wonderful after all, huh?\u201d She kissed his cheek and leaned her head back to look at him grinning at her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 They kissed again for a good while until both came up for air at the same time.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMore synchronicity, babe?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIndubitably, dude,\u201d she answered.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt is starting to get a little late,\u201d he noted having at last seen his watch. \u201cAlthough I wish this would never end.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt doesn\u2019t have to,\u201d she whispered in his ear and he pulled her closer.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnd I think I\u2019ve settled on a Nick Drake song for our moonlight scene,\u201d he announced. \u201cIt\u2019s my favorite of his because it\u2019s the happiest and most hopeful, and he sings of moons and trees \u2026 and love \u2013 \u2018Northern Sky.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMine too,\u201d she exclaimed in a whisper and hugged him tight.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 After a few more minutes holding each other, he slowly stood and extended his hand. She gathered her sandals in one hand and held his hand with the other as they stretched and surveyed the walk up the hill ahead.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ll definitely be deep into dementia before forgetting any of this,\u201d he remarked casually, prompting a chuckle from Juniper.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou say that so seriously, Huxley. By the way, I really like your name, and I\u2019ve never known a Huxley before.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDid you read the novel, Brave New World<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cDidn\u2019t everybody in high school? Oh, my Lord. Are you named for Aldous Huxley, the author?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYep. My father wrote his doctoral dissertation on him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cTres cool, Huxley.\u201d She lifted her hand and he high-fived her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAs is Juniper,\u201d he remarked. \u201cWhat\u2019s the story there?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSince you know about Nick Drake, I bet you\u2019re familiar with Donovan Leitch\u2019s music too,\u201d she asserted.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201c\u2018Jennifer Juniper\u2019!\u201d he exclaimed. \u201cI love that song. Super cool.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m kind of fond of it myself. My mother sang it to me when I was little.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHow darling. Hey, speaking of names, let\u2019s see who\u2019s been our exceptionally hospitable host tonight,\u201d he said leaning down to look closely at the tombstone. Holding up his phone to get some more light, he read the epitaph aloud:<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cFestus Bullineaux<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Born July 24, 1844<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Died February 20, 1864<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 27th<\/sup> Georgia Infantry<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 CSA.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cGosh, not even out of his teens,\u201d Juniper lamented. \u201cYounger than us. Did he ever even get laid? Now I kinda\u2019 feel a tad guilty like maybe we just desecrated his grave.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cReally?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo.\u201d She laughed.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMy guess is this is the most exciting night Mr. Festus has enjoyed in about near two centuries,\u201d he pronounced.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnd it could be just the first of many,\u201d she whispered in his ear as they sauntered arm in arm up the hill.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" by Douglas Young \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Heading to his first summer class, Huxley Madison walked ever slower toward Erasmus Burt University\u2019s Foreign Languages Building. Though he did well in high school Spanish, learning another tongue had not been easy or particularly fun, and he had put off fulfilling his college foreign language requirement as long as possible. 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