Aseda thought her eyes were playing tricks on her when she saw Boateng standing at her door. They’d only spoken sporadically. She was always the one reaching out. Always the one trying to see if they still stood a chance. Phyllis and some other friends were in the room. She didn’t want them hearing whatever conversation Boateng was about to have with her. She came out of the room, shutting the door behind her. “Where did I sleep that this ghost has come to visit me?” Aseda as

I believe there are about four stages in the doing of something dumb. Let’s review. The first stage is the setting. This is where you put yourself in the right set of conditions to do the dumb thing. Here, every factor necessary to do it is satisfied. For instance, you may be on a diet. Then you walk into a KFC. This is the setting. Surely, surrounding yourself with fried chicken, fries, sundaes and soft drinks is a recipe for disaster. That’s what leads to the second stage.

Kwame did his best to get the thoughts of Stephanie out of his mind. Each time he tried to read his notes, thoughts of the kiss that didn’t happen came back to him. Sometimes, he completed the thought with an actual kiss. He imagined what her lips would have felt like. What if he slipped his hand onto the small of her waist while she grabbed his neck, her acrylic nails grazing his neck. Then he would quickly snap out of it. Shaking his head furiously and rebuking the thought.