this was some kind of confessional piece or something?

That’s between me and my priest, ain’t it?

Not all redheads are trouble, Sciencey…

The troubles lie mostly in the narrator, Aurelia. I know they’re not all trouble.

I actually had a girl (brunette) tell me once that she hoped I found a nice quiet librarian to settle down with. I was insulted at the time, though I think more shocked than insulted. Now, I think a librarian might not be such a bad thing. Other than the whole obsolete-in-three-years deal, of course.

This is like when Charlie Brown grows up.

_I wish hope could give up on me. _

Lovely sentence.