If I could say more, I would. I am afraid my memories are still quite hazy . . . and then the paths are ever entwining as well.

[ She settles back in, appearing to perch herself on a chair nearby, feet dangling and waving back and forth with ease. ]

I would imagine your professor would know more. [ a beat. she smiles, almost teasing. ] And I would imagine they feel the same as I do about such reverence.

[ Respect is good. She appreciates the respect, the politeness, and all of it; she practically demands it, really. But reverence is something else entirely and as the fog around everything still lingers, it all doesn't sit quite right with her. ]