*Ophelia*
After she watched Angelo walk away, she sighed. She finished her tea, then went back to bed herself.
She flopped onto Angelos bed. She ran her hands over her head. Stubble was returning on the top of her head. Then she distracted herself by thinking of what Angelo would look like with hair.
She rolled over onto her back and looked at the ceiling. "Apollo, do you think we'll be ok?"
Apollo whined in her mind. "I hope so. I hope the bone head sees that you are a remarkable woman and that's because you ARE human."
Ophelia sighed. "Thanks Apollo." That night she dreamt of easier times when her mother was still alive. She awoke when Apollo's phone rang. She found she had a smile on her face and a pool of drool on Angelos pillow. At that she giggled. "He would throw a fit, if
