The week inched by on slow turtle feet. Longing to join Michael and Davontay for their picnic, Sheridan felt each second as though it spanned an hour. On the other hand, her classes had begun well, and even better, she and Michael spent their lunch breaks together, and sometimes went for walks around campus when the open spots in their schedules coincided.
After what felt like about fifteen years, Saturday arrived. Despite being the second weekend of September, the sun shone bright, and the forecast called for eighty degrees and breezy. Perfect outdoor weather. She made sandwiches, pasta salad and brownies and packed them up in a wicker basket, preparing to meet her friends at the river.
Her jalopy belched, groaned and sighed as she pulled it into a parking spot. She smiled to see Michae
