Quixotic Rapprochement
“Allô Monsieur – Mister Rocinante? Bonjour, are you with us today?” I dropped my pencil and snapped upright in my chair, as I suddenly realized that she was waving and gesturing to get my attention. “Do I need to repeat the question?” “Sorry, Madame Soliel, could you?” I surely deserved the question. I’d been day-dreamily drawing in the back of my humanities class. My pad contained a nearly complete sketch of a familiar looking woman with long curls of hair framing her face. I’d captured that...