“Okay…” Peter said. It wasn"t like he was in a rush. The only other thing on today"s agenda was grading papers, not his favorite, and the scenery downtown might be amusing with all the beards.
Lucius sat, then bounced right back up again and started walking back the way they had just come.
“Hey? Hello?” Peter called, starting to get worried as he followed. “I thought you wanted to sit.”
Lucius gave him a quizzical look as he hurried on. “What"s that?” He was clearly acting strangely. Early-onset Alzheimer"s? Missed medication?
Lucius shook his head. “Oh. I thought I"d get some…glue. From the Stop-n-Pop.”
Glue? Maybe that was it. Lucius had been sniffing glue. Dr. Lucius Potter was a glue-huffer.
Peter jogged to catch up. For a sixty-four-year-old, glue-sniffing Alzheimer"s sufferer,
