Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

It was like a chef telling a little baby how to fix a car-completely unbelievable!

Roseanne glanced at Liz, who stood frozen in place, and spoke in a calm, even tone, "Thank you for your advice earlier, Senior Liz. I, of course, understand the importance of rigor, truth-seeking, and pragmatism in our research. These are the fundamental qualities of a scientist. But I believe we should also be open to listening and accepting valid suggestions from others. Don't you think?"

"Just like with today's situation. It doesn't matter who makes the suggestion or what it is about. It should be verified before we decide if it's right or wrong, instead of just going with our gut feeling."

Roseanne's tone was smooth, as though she was merely stating facts.

But to Liz, every word struck like a needle, painfully sharp.

It wasn't a lecture, but it felt like one.

Her face flushed hot in an instant, as if set aflame.

After another busy day, Roseanne dragged her exhausted body home, flopped down on the couch, and immediately snuggled into a pillow, closing her eyes.

...

too busy to sleep, while

the young, sexy bodies gyrating on the dance

a wine glass, the red liquid

in

lazily, bringing over a drink, noticing York had slipped away to dance alone. York raised an eyebrow, replying, "What are you

there are just my type. Beats playing cards, don't

dress winked at him,

2

appeal of these fleeting encounters: "...I'd advise you to take it easy,

him, nodding

"Wouldn't you be, with that kind

have kids. Having one ready-made seems perfect to me." York couldn't help but find some schadenfreude

him a look, teasing, "Just make sure Murray doesn't hear you say that, or he might just dump the kid on you to raise-oh, and get rid of the

York's face paled: "God no, keep that

on getting tangled up