Still swirling from the pitchers of beer at the Triple H, Glenda and I danced under the moon and laughed and giddily borrowed two bikes from who knows who and rode down the long road on campus towards the academy in the shadowy blue light. Glenda's beautiful chestnut hair glistened. We were best friends for a time, working together in the bakery at Blackstone Dining Hall. Our cakes were the best, light and fluffy................

I miss Glenda.