Monday Night
So I am in Hawai'i, five hours past bedtime at home, and I have this crazy dream about going to the Rhumbline. And it is Monday night. I wonder, did Jane go? Was there a former student who got into trouble when we left and went to Folly Cove? Were there fireworks and Celtic tops and blow-up rafts? Were the stars so bright?
Jane?
Were they?
Jane?
Were they?