What had Molly said? Had he gone crazy? But it wasn't about college; it was about high school, that moment at the reservoir. And Molly's changing had nothing to do with it. Barry had never gone crazy, or not in ways she would have known. They'd lost touch by then. College, Stedmonton University, with its cozy library, for Barry, had been like a prolonged nap. As the fall drifted in, he'd sit in a broad chair of that Victorian building and stare out the bay window at something he'd just read. It was a weird dreamy time, where no one had any idea what they were doing, and no one cared.