..a boy whose schtick was that he wasn’t one bit romantic. He “warned” me about that early on. “You should understand,” he said, settting his jaw grimly over our Sweep-the-Kitchen pizza at Friday Frank’s, “that I’m not romantic. Girls need to know that before they get involved with me. I’ve learned…” He trailed off, his eyes fixed on distant vistas and remembered pain. “It’s just best you know now.”
I gravely assured him that was okay. I wasn’t ‘romantic’ either.
Then I went home with him, looked at his bookshelf, and saw he had every Michael Moorcock novel ever written, including the Elric novels. Considered explaining the term “Byronic” to him, then decided against it. He was a computer science major and didn’t really need to know.
Pam Troy 