She hadn’t slept well the night before, and her head throbbed. But mid-terms were coming up, and she couldn’t afford to stay home over the incident with Greg. Marilyn had saved a seat for her in the front row of history class. “So, big weekend for you?” she asked as Connie settled in. Connie bent over to put her books on the floor beside the wooden chair. “Not really.” “Columbus Day weekend? Isn’t that a biggie for Italians?” “Not this one.” Connie sat up and set her textbook on the wide arm of the chair that served as a desk. “Wow, we’re grumpy today,” Marilyn said. “Oh, wait, this was the Bunny pot party weekend, wasn’t it?” She peered into Connie’s face. “Oh, no, did that turn out bad? Was good old Greg a creep?” Connie flopped open her textbook and stared at the first thing she saw. “I don’t want to talk about Greg.” “Oh, geez.” When she didn’t respond, Marilyn said, “Have you stopped riding with him?” “For now.” “For now?
