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.

...

some were too busy to sleep,

drums, the dazzling lights, the young, sexy bodies gyrating on the dance floor -

a wine glass, the

occasionally swept over the young bodies in the dance floor, like

not feeling it anymore?" Cliff teased lazily, bringing over a drink, noticing York had slipped away to dance alone.

my lucky night; a few girls in there are just my

a little black dress winked at

2

understand the appeal of these

reassured him, nodding towards the interior, "Is Murray still in a

shrugged. "Wouldn't you be, with that kind

it's great. My mom's been urging me to have kids. Having one ready-made seems perfect

sure Murray doesn't hear you say that, or he might just dump the kid on you to raise-oh, and get

face paled: "God no, keep

on getting tangled up with