Lays his head in her lap.
   “ You look tired, love, ” she was quick to welcome him, setting her book and pen to the side the moment she registered his woeful expression. FORLORN. Still plagued by the same afflictions, and there didn’t seem to be an end in sight. Why, she both envied and pitied anyone caught up in the throes of infatuation. On one side of the proverbial coin there were promises of thrill ! On the other ? MISERY such as his, neither avoidable nor able to be fled from.Â
   Fingers threaded through his hair, thumb trying to ease the tension across his temple. He kept clenching his jaw, his eyes shut with lashes fluttering.  “ Same problems ? ” she pried gently, as though she were handling a weeping WOUND just barely stitched shut. Â
