Patrick sat and watched Justine expertly twirl the spaghetti on her fork. It had been a couple of months since she started seeing Mrs. Balanteen and she had a confidence that Patrick hadn't realized she'd lacked. Not so much doing anything different, but she didn't stop and check everything with him anymore.
"So how many reports did the boss give you today?" Justine asked.
"Just two, but they are really big ones," Patrick said. "Sometimes I wish I was back in school and could do something different every day."
"Nice one," Justine said. "OK, I'll work on the science project, but bugs are gross."
"Gross, but important."
"Yeah, I guess." She finished her plate and looked at him. "What's a drasil?"
"I don't know. A kind of bug?"
"No, it's not a bug, and it's not a riddle."
"Well, why d
