Isa: Three days since I’ve heard from Michael. I’m not worried, I think that I’d know if something was amiss, but I’m still concerned about the status of our friendship. He’d left the Saffron angered, confused, probably a mix of both. I understand it, I try to at least, but I wish that he’d come by the college to see me. It’s a Saturday, and Marcus is at home grading papers. I should be with him, but the sunshine is good for attracting customers. I’m back in my patchwork clothes, with a cool breeze at my back, a perfect day to be out. Except for Michael.

It’s noon when Michael shows, no money this time, and no camera either. He pulls up in his small green car, just in front of the patio. He’s come for another chat, and this time I’m not letting him off so easily, though I hope I can ease his anger some. Walking over to the flower-bedecked wall on which I’m sitting, he gives me a small rueful smile.

“Well, I’m back. Nothing bad’s happened and I’m curious.â€