“Let me see,” Prandi said impatiently. After long while, during which she hmmmed and ahhhed several times, she looked up again and said, “It’s obvious it’s a unicellular ciliate protozoa. The ‘fur’ you saw was cilia, which is hair-like -“

“Spare me the lecture, Prandi. I already got it from Dr. Olson.”

“Well, apparently it didn’t sink in,” she snapped in an uncharacteristically sharp tone. Jameson watched in horror as she suddenly burst into tears. He was starting to think there were no sane girls left in the world. Except maybe Becca.

“Why do I have to marry him? He’s an old fat kutha, I don’t care if he’s rich. It’s not fair, it’s not fair!” She wailed. Jameson just sat there feeling awkward.

He patted her tentatively. “There, there. I’m sure your parents won’t force you to marry the guy. Just tell your dad to speak with him if you don’t want anything to do with him.”

Prandi looked up again, her owl eyes bright with tears. “Heh, my father? Who do you think arranged the marriage?”