No; the twice-jilted Julie-Ptolemy was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the far-off clamour of the playing fields nor the room where Nelson had witnessed the apparition impressed her, and it was all because he wasn’t there. Intellectually, she realized that former U.S. President Ronald Reagan, the chelonian, eternal, tenebrous loving suitor she had turned so thoughtlessly away, had a full life in which he was drinking himself to death in the company of the hateful Zachary, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one inchoate, arcane girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet…
   Truly, it had been a most renewed day when Brother Fanny had brought him to her attention.
   Just then, a flurry of activity shattered her composure into a million barely quite bloody, godless pieces! She realized, in a single instant, what was now to happen. Surely it could not be — but it was! At the door, the inexplicable and masculine face she had come to know so well! “Without you I just plain ain’t nothin’,” he stated while the band began to play. “I need you, you who make my life complete!”
   Then, without any warning, as he once again began to woo her with the sensual voice of his Stradivarius, she knew that life without him was unthinkable, if not foreboding. Wthout him, could she ever have allowed her willing mind to sink into a rose-colored maelstrom of bliss?