mysteries

Ben glanced at TMSN, recently back from medical volunteering in Africa, and noticed her jet black shirt with sporty yellow arm stripes, a small stitched on Ghanaian flag, and the bright Helvetica lettering reading GHANA.

"Hey," he asked. "Where'd you get your shirt?"

love & absorption

Sophia was in town for a few weeks, which is cool as her presence inevitably inspires crazy, spinning, laughing conversations that are more like a Beat poet's re-mix of the English language than a coherent dialogue. (For her August visit I'll just go ahead and order black berets and turtlenecks for our entire cast, and we'll pick up the Bowers habit of snapping for what we appreciate.)

For the few months prior to Sophia's move to New Orleans, she was dating Andrew. They are still affectionate when she stops back through Chicago.

Standing in the kitchen, Sophia gave Andrew a broad but quick hug this morning and Andrew looked pensive.

"Does anyone else," he asked, "ever get confused all the time when you think someone is attracted to you but really they just need to dry their hands?"