The young coquet’s heart stopped when she remembered that she used to be a sweetheart. A darling girl, eager to see the world and experience it. The trouble was that her parents kept her locked in her books with a pen on her left palm. She peered out at the world through other people’s lives. When her parents disappeared, leaving only careful memories of warnings, she breathed in experience- good or bad, as fast as she could, before they returned her to her open solitude. She knew it was wrong. But she was the youth gone wild. She kissed one of her boys’ full soft lips and smiled.