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Timothy O’Neill wasn’t sure why he had come out to the café. He still a lot of work to do planning the next few days of classes. Maybe it was because Janet had been forced to resign and to leave Lawndale. He shook his head. He didn’t want to think too much about that. But then there was the loneliness, that gnawing loneliness.

“Mr. O’Neill?” Summer Lane asked again.

“Sorry, I was thinking of something,” he said with a shake of his head. “Please, call me Timothy.”

“Sure, Timothy,” Summer said with a smile.

“So, what have you been up to after school?” Timothy asked with a slight laugh.

“Mostly being a Mom,” Summer answered.

“I see,” Timothy said with another laugh.

“A single mom.”

“Oh!” Timothy said with a blush.

“Would you like me to get another coffee?” Summer asked.

“No,” Timothy answered. “Chai Tea will do.”

“Sure,” Summer said with a smile.


Jane dropped Quinn at home. “Thanks,” the latter said. “I hope it goes well with Summer.”

“Well, we never had as much of a rivalry as you and Daria.”

“That’s good,” Quinn said with a smile.


Helen saw her younger daughter come inside. “How was it, Quinn?” she asked.

“It was as usual, Mom, except that her sister, Summer, came home.”

“She’s the older one, isn’t she?”

“Yes. Her two older children had come to Lawndale again.”

Helen sighed. “I see. They didn’t distract you from your work did they?”

“Not really.”

“Good.”

Daria - Summer in Boston
Summer Lane arrived in Boston. She hadn’t been there before, and she wouldn’t have been there if her younger sister, Jane, hadn’t decided to go to college at Boston Fine Arts College. There were many other Arts schools in the country, including some that were both closer to Lawndale and to the place Summer had made home. “Now, which way to BFAC?” she wondered.