AND ANOTHER ONE

Here Tomas sat on the branches of a mulberry tree to read. His shirt pocket was usually stained with blue ink. Here, we sat, breathless, after a softball game. Here we lingered before or after lunch to talk about the great challenges of our lives, then: an upcoming quiz, money for a new book, whether we could get permission to go to a movie downtown, or a campus dance, or Tiolas. Who was snubbing whom, who had a crush on whom, who had the latest album of Andy Williams or The Beach Boys.