April DeAngelis had been more than a little crazy in this, what she called her "kiss me now" spring. She had turned 21 ... had moved out of her mother’s home in Federal Hill, away from Ronzio’s, Sicilia’s Pizzeria, Caserta Pizzeria, the tattoo parlors, the Coin-o-Matic, Gasbarro’s Liquors, Scialo’s Bakery, Almonte’s clothing store, the plaza and "La Pigna" and into Paul’s apartment at 177 where after one failed attempt at lovemaking they were now uneasy roommates. She graduated from Johnson&Wales with 3,500 others in a ceremony at the "Dunk" a week ago Saturday where Robert Kraft of the New England Patriots had spoken to everyone and then April personally when they had met accidently back stage about "responsibility" and now she was poised to leave her job at the OB to actually be "responsible" and begin a "career".

As she dashed the ice and water from the now chilled and moistened glass into the sink, then shook and poured the one-part Noilly Prat and four parts Tanqueray from the shaker, building her own version of a perfect Martini, April considered that on top of all this madness she had met and fallen in love with Jasmine ... who was black ... married ... and in at least her mid-thirties.