When she came back from Europe bragging about operas, Lyn was in her mid-twenties. Johnnie was just a memory and all he himself had were memories of Lyn. And as he sat on the dryed-up well, where they first met, he thought about jumping in if she said no.
She had blown her trust fund money during a semester abroad, and therefore had seen all the night life that Berlin had to offer. Her red curls she had now cut and bobbed to fit in with the big women. She had chased them from dive to dive in some corner of another hazy morning.
She was now decidedly bisexual and bragging about operas.
