Bennet Wimmer watched as Grace flounced off. His mind was swimming with ideas and possibilities and he felt excited. The experience of Grieving can have as many impacts on Folks as there are Folks. The recent passing Of Bennet's Mother had introduced a kind of soul searching that Bennet found vaguely uncomfortable. He had spent his life teaching, and that had been satisfying, but Bennet knew that he had passed up a number of opportunities to develop an intimate relationship with another human being. He had chosen to be closest to Trees, and he had been guarded but professional with his students.
As he made his way back across the field to his home, Bennet thought about his interaction with Grace, and felt a kind of intimacy that her anger had established. Standing before him in what was clearly her pajamas, with her hair a bush of grey flannel upon her head, ranting like a lunatic...Bennet smiled.
He liked her.