"Mind if I call ya Mitch for short?" Gregg asked."Mind if I call ya Mitch for short?" Gregg asked. "No problem. Either way is fine with me." "So, you're a Dali fan then?" he asked again, glancing at the print on the bed. "Yeah, I love him. He's so weird. It's interesting to look at too because I seem to find something new every time or I can find some new meaning," Mitchell explained. "I really like him too. I have a book of his art. You'll have to check it out sometime." "I will." "Why don't I help you out with that?" Gregg asked, indicating the picture. "Sure, that'd be great." Gregg picked up the frame and held it while Mitchell finished pounding the nail into the wall. Then they mounted it and stood back to admire their handiwork. "You're a freshman, aren't you?" Gregg asked. "Yeah. Are you?" "Nope. Sophomore." "What's your major?" "American history. Yours?" "English." "What are you going to do? Teach?" "I don't really know yet. I think I'd like to write, maybe." "Really. Have you ever written anything before?" "Yeah." "What?" "I've written some short stories. |