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"Do you still have feelings for hi who he is?"

I shook ht about it "Well, maybe Yes"

"Then you’ve answered your question In love, everyone does things that hurt the other person, so really there is no ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ You just have to decide what you’re willing to forgive"

"But what if I know it’s not going to last?"

"Then savor every moment"

The pitter-patter of footsteps reverberated from the floor above us I cradled the cup of tea in my lap "Have you ever been in love?"

She smiled "Oh, I’d like to believe that I’ After all, what else is there?"

Professor Urquette was assigned to oversee our work detail She was our Art and Huplant, which she ereen Even though she’d never married, she had the je ne sais quoi of a jaded divorcée She hid the baggy skin on her throat beneath crocheted shawls and velvety scarves, and held her pen in the side of herhair was kinky and defied all laws of gravity by puffing upward,her seem three inches taller than she was Every few inal color--red--and when the gray grew in beneath it, her head looked like it was on fire

I arrived at her office a fewat the desk by the door Eoing to the opposite end of the classroo by theOutside it was a beautiful clear day, and I could see Eleanor walking down the path with soirls fro inkling of a sneeze I tried to hold it in, but it carew red and I began to ruh my backpack for a tissue

"Bless you," Dante said quietly from across the room

I looked up at him with surprise "Thanks"

We sat in silence until the door opened Professor Urquette bounded into the roos on the desk, she collapsed into her chair and let herself catch her breath Delicately, she patted her hair,sure it was still in place

"I understand you were both disrupting a school lecture?"

Neither of us said anything

"Okay," she said, hoisting herself up "Normally I wouldn’t do this, but the school play is nearly upon us and we need wood to start building the set"

We stared at her blankly

"Well, gather your things We’re going into the woods"

The forest was on the other side of the wall, the strictly prohibited side But apparently, even the ot to the school entrance, Professor Urquette nodded at the guard, who opened the gates

She brought us to the outskirts of the woods, holding her skirt up as she stepped through the snow in galoshes Behind the trees, the White Mountains jutted up fro a few feet, we stopped Professor Urquette hung her bag on the crook of a tree and bent over Grunting, she picked up a stick and hoisted herself back up