Love

Love, love, love the word bogs down in her mind. The heavy spring blooms, late, in the day, of the Catholic courtyard, the professor is giving a talk on Mathematics, and the students are eager to hear. She's lost, and wanders into the courtyard where a pleasant student is asking the professor a question. She recognizes him, a PhD student at New York University. She's so young and beautiful, and he's 27. She accidentally walks past him, and he touches her, not directly of course, but by the hand, and he turns. But she aligns herself to be hidden from him, and speaks in Italian. "Professor, I love you." He says something, but in Italian, and she's silent. He turn around, but she's so beautiful, a sweet sorrow. His mouth agape, she kisses it, and runs off, slipping something in his pocket.

the plot

She's so beautiful he thinks, and he becomes mad.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3