He Crossed Some Line: part 2a

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Three days later. Scene fades in to The Miskatonic, around 5pm on a pleasant autumn day.

I sit in a window seat at the Miskatonic with Economic Geography open in front of me. My notepad's got the title of my paper on it - The Uniqueness of Hawaii's Economic Geography and the Effects of the Growing Economy on the Land - but I'm finding it real hard to think about Hawaii, or to figure out the economic theory in this book, or to do anything really. I'm not sure how much of it is because I'm pregnant, and how much is because of Tez. It was real nice when he came round for dinner a couple of days ago. I didn't ask him if he'd seen Uncle Al, and he didn't say. We cooked dinner together and we watched some tv, and I ended up falling asleep on his shoulder. I felt kind of embarrassed, but it was nice, too. Too nice, really, because we can't - I mean, I love him. It hurts a lot, not being able to kiss him, especially since for the first time in weeks he's actually happy to see me. I'm just real glad he didn't try to do anything, because I'm not sure I could have said no. It's just too much.

I sigh and look down at my book again. I underline the title of my essay in red ink real careful, and then I stare at the blank page for a while. This is a real productive day, ain't it?