Later.
The sky was still raining, and the hazy raindrops slid down the window, gathering into fine lines.
Joan Harry wore headphones and worked on problems while Jesse Rowan chattered incessantly in the hospital room.
The time that day seemed to drag on, and Joan Harry had no idea how long Jesse Rowan had been talking.
All she knew was that he was really noisy.
A man could talk so much; she was impressed.
The table in the hospital room was not far from the window, and sometimes Joan Harry would look up, her eyes filled with a dreamy and dazed look.
As if she were still in school.
She liked lying on the table and dreaming long dreams on rainy days. Dreams filled with flowers, bright moons, and streams.
Everything was beautiful.
Jesse Rowan must have really had too much to drink, his words were unusually many.
"Which high school did you go to?" Jesse Rowan jumped to her side and asked.
"Landon No.1 High School."
"What a coincidence, me too. Hello, senior."
