THE LAST TIME I saw Allison was two years ago. She sat alone on Emsworth University"s campus quad steps talking on her mobile, oblivious to autumn"s first snow dusting the campus white as she gazed at her Ugg clad feet. A black ski parka hugged snug around her slender figure. A beige wool ski cap framed worried brown eyes. Her bee-stung lips puckered and curved with hushed words. Despite obvious distress, I thought she looked more beautiful than I"d ever seen.
Hesitantly, I"d approached and sat across from her with concern. She glanced up for a minute, and in that instant, I"d wanted her to recognize me, but when she didn"t, I figured it best she hadn"t. Intently listening, her low voice rose and fell an octave with alarm as she spoke about the off-campus party three days prior. Worried s
