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left the Gold Hanky, and she decided to hurry back. She still had a longing for excitement, and she didn’t know how she would fulfill it.
    When she entered the Gold Hanky again, the sight of Brady drinking alone felt like fate. She sat next to him and looked into his bright blue eyes. It was then that she knew what she wanted to do.
    “Gulpy, you’re back,” he said.
    She leaned forward and kissed him on his lips. I bet he’s going to thrust his tongue into my mouth , she thought. But he didn’t. In fact, he barely kissed her back.
    “Gulpy?” Effie inquired when the kiss finished.
    “You never told me your name, and the way you gulped down that beer I thought it was appropriate.”
    “Gulpy’s a good name.”
    “How drunk are you?” he asked.
    She was surprised by his question. He was the first one to ever ask her. “Why would you say that?”
    He scratched his head. “I’m not quite sure.”
    “You’re worried about taking advantage of me. That’s what this is,” she joked. “What kind of man are you to consider my feelings when I’m just some girl in a bar?”
    “No, that’s not it. I’m trying to take advantage of you, I promise.”
    She laughed and decided to kiss him again. She’d been with one man before, someone she’d met at a bar—no surprise to Reela when Effie told her the story. At the time it seemed like a fun idea, but it felt like she was just going through the motions. When it was over, he’d fallen asleep immediately and she’d left. As if the stigma wasn’t bad enough, it was neither fulfilling nor exciting, making her decide she wouldn’t lie with anyone else until she found someone she actually wanted to see the next morning.
    Brady reciprocated more in their second kiss, but it still felt as if he might have been taken by surprise. Both kisses were quick with mostly closed lips, like testing the water with a toe before stepping into a bath. Still, she found the temperature to be just right. She readied herself for a third and longer kiss, one that was sure to have more passion and playful lip dancing, but she wanted to warn him of something first.
    “I’m not coming home with you,” she said, “and don’t think this is going to turn into some sort of relationship, because I’m leaving for the Academy tomorrow.” Normally she wouldn’t divulge her personal information with someone she’d just met, but she felt compelled to do so with Brady. There was something about him that made her feel comfortable, perhaps his irrepressible smile.
    “Oh,” Brady said, and with that his smile finally faded. “This is a bit awkward.”
    “No, it’s not. Did you think we would see each other again?”
    “Actually, it looks like we are going to see each other again. I’m leaving for the Academy tomorrow as well. I’ve just been here for the summer. I’m a third-year,” he said. “I share a student house.” A quick breath seemed to cut off his words, then his voice softened. “With my girlfriend.”
    Effie balled her fist and was about to smack him when she restrained herself. Why am I upset? Did I expect anything more to happen between us? Still, she wanted to hit him, but she controlled the urge, got up, and left without saying anything.
     
    Alone in her quiet bedroom, her lungs grew tight. She knew it was the beginning sign of her terrifying breathing problem that had grown worse over the last two years. And with it came the usual panic that started in her stomach and crept through the rest of her body.
    The tightness became fierce this time, even reaching the base of her throat. It felt like someone was squeezing their hands around her ribs while another pushed on her collar. She knew no feeling worse than not being able to breathe and not knowing why.
    Effie pounded her fist on her mattress until hot pain surged through her knuckles, forcing her to stop. She collapsed on the bed with frustration still twisting through her. The more she focused on breathing, the