Thank god for schools and stranger danger, Rebecca thought with a sigh, but still, it'd been too close for comfort. Maybe it had just been someone looking for directions, but if that were the case, why take off when an adult came along?

Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry, Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.

Translate this yeastful sequence into the intangibles of mental processes and one can recognize the simple episode of attending a clinical conference, listening to the exposition of new facts of medical science and then ...

Not that I imagine that, from our very short acquaintance, he could possibly do so, but — careful is my middle name.