Continuing Education

She got through the second day of classes with something that looked a lot more like direction, and control, if anything because after a decent meal and some sort of sleep, she'd decided that everything had just gotten not just blown out of proportion, but comepletely blown up all together. After all, Fred considered, everything with Devin was almost four months ago, and whatever was wrong with her? It wasn't four months old. It just wasn't. There was a perfectly logical explination, she was sure of it.

So classes came and went and to Fred's count she only rambled four times. But most of the girls were smart, and they followed along well enough. They shouldn't have any problems at all with the homework, and the reading. And with at least her part in their evening set, she was allowed to move along to hers, and the appointment with Dr. Edgmon.

Soon enough Fred was waiting on a small bench outside the doctors' offices.

All this was, was a chance to get everything all sorted out.

That's all.