Had to replace car window. Temp 98.6, pulse normal. Beginning to hate this paper. “So, the Byronic hero is, in essence, an idealized but ultimately flawed character.” Jarod leaned back on the edge of his desk, addressing the sea of college students seated in front of him. “Can anyone give me an example of the Byronic hero in modern-day literature?” He zeroed in on a waifish kid who raised one finger and nodded at him. “I think Batman is a really fine example of…” Batman? Unreal. Jarod tuned the kid out. When he took this job he hadn’t expected to miss the excitement of New York City, but in this sleepy New Hampshire town, with its stores that closed at seven and its obsession with adding seafood to everything, he was bored stiff. Except for Tuesdays and Thursdays at exactly 5:00 p.m. The kid droned. Jarod crossed his arms and pretended to listen. From the single window of his classroom he could see the main quad. It didn’t get much traffic during class times. That was why she had first caught his attention.
