“Jenny, this is my friend Will. Will this is Jenny,” Shane introduced as she and Will sat down. Jenny shook Will’s outstretched hand.

“The surrogate pen pal, I presume. Shane tells me that you might have a novel out soon?” Will greeted. Jenny turned an intresting shade of pink as Will mentioned her novel.

“Uh yeah, Leonard wants me to write one anyway, and he said he’ll publish it,” Jenny explained apprehensively. Shane looked between her two friends. Will looked, as usual, unphased, but Jenny was starting to bear close resemblance to a tomato.

“What’s it going to be about?” Will asked leaning back on the lounge. Jenny fidgeted uncomfortably as she broke with Will’s eyes and started to stumble into an explanation.

“Well, Leonard asked me to write something about my life, but, uh I don’t, I don’t know about that,” Jenny responded.

“Why not?” Will posed? She tilted her head to one side and studied Jenny. Shane had naturally told her about all her friends at rehab. Will had insisted in her doing so so Shane would have something to focus on during her bouts with the “shakes.” Jenny was only half of what she had imagined her to be. Truthfully Will had thought she would be a bit more eccentric. Shane described her roomate as “a little strange, but she’s a writer so she’s supposed to be.” She did say, however, that she was thoughtful and very bright. Will had pictured a sadistic kindergarten teacher but Jenny appeared more kindergarten teacher than sadistic.

“Well, I’m not sure I really um want to go into all of that,” Jenny explained. Will smiled.

“Too many ghosts to bury?” Will asked. Jenny had an exclaimed look on her face. Can she read my mind, she wondered to herself. Are my demons that obvious? “I’m sorry, that was a bit too presumptuous of me.”

Jenny only half smiled. “No, no. It’s ok. You’re probably right, actually. There are a lot of things from my past I don’t really want to deal with. That’s probably why I’ve been putting this off,” Jenny continued. Shane stared puzzled at her friend.

“Putting what off?” she asked making sure her friend was indeed alright. She remembered all to well the scene in the tub where she had once pulled her room mate out of a bloody wave. Jenny sighed as she once again searched the room for anything to stare at than the two people sitting oppositte from her.