They stepped in the front door and Madison looked around, spying her target at the front desk.

“Hey Detrius."

The tall, bald, handsome young man manning the counter looked at her with puzzled eyes and then recognition dawned on him.

“Madison, right?

How are the ribs?"

"Straining around a tummy that ate too much candy."

He gave her a slight smile.

"I think that suicide by sugar intake might be better handled by the therapists."

"It was more of an accidental OD than a premeditated act." Madison looked around.

“Hey, about the other day when you found . . . you know."

His face grew dark.

"I don't want to talk about it."

Madison backed up and put her hands in the air.

"I understand. I won't push you. But if you do want to talk about it, I'm available.

Finding someone like that is kind of hard to wrap your head around."

"That's right. You found that first girl, didn't you?"

Madison nodded.

"Yeah. I went through the shock thing too. So again, if you decide that you WANT to talk, I'll be around. Call the radio station, since they'll usually know how to get a hold of me."

He went back to his shy smile.

"Thanks. If I need to, I'll call."

When they got back outside, Heda kissed her girlfriend.

"You really are something."

"I know, I know." Madison blushed a little. She was in public, getting kissed by the most amazing girl on campus. She hated that this was all taking place in the shadow of tragedy, because it was the only thing keeping her from dancing in the streets. She stopped.

"You know I just realized something."

“What ?"