I smiled. "So how do you do it?"
"Dunno," she replied. "Just lucky I guess."
"So what do you do? I mean, I know you're in graduate school and all. But why? For what?"
"Writing," she said. "I love books. I mean really, really, really love 'em. They're my passion, my whole reason for being."
"So you want to teach?"
Frankly, the thought of this Goth-looking girl standing in front of a class of serious college students seemed a bit far fetched.
"Sure. I suppose so."
She smiled as the waitress delivered our dinners. Roadhouse burger with sweet potato fries for her, grilled chicken sandwich with fresh fruit for me. Sorry, but I can't get away with eating like Marisa. I'd weigh four hundred pounds in about a week.
"I really want to write, though," she said with a mouthful of food.
"Books
