Harvard 1

Trisha Trousseau arrived at Harvard University in the Fall of 2011. She wore sunglasses and kept away from most students. Her new name was Rachel Eckermann.

She found the atmosphere to be cold and unwelcoming and the prospect of actually having to study alarmed her.

She signed up for her classes through the internet, whenever possible, and avoided people like the plague, especially her parents.

She smiled at one thing though. There were Yale locks on Harvard doors. There were the letters "HCE" on the sewer tops. "HCE" reminded her of the character in Finnegan's Wake "Henry Childers Everywhere."

She sat in the way back of the classroom and listened to the lectures. In close discussion seminars, she said absolutely nothing but tried to figure out what everyone's angle was.

"Call me Greg."
"Yes Sir," she heard himself say.
When she first met Gregory Nagy, she thought he was one of the ugliest men alive. She did not know what all the hype was about.

At least, Harold Bloom was mellifluous.

The Odyssey was about "nostos" (homecoming). This was comparable to the Isralite homecoming, she supposed. She did not know why Odysseus was so hated although she hated his lying personality. Many Jews lied though. Hey, why not?

Was she being Anglicized?

She watched alot of French movies during her freetime on Netflix. La Femme Nikita was a killer movie. She repeated everything Nikita said on film. She decided to make some French friends.

A kiss on one cheek then a kiss on the other cheek.

Ca Va.
Ca Va.

Soon, she was being invited to private parties. While at one party, drinking wine and eating delicious cheese, Percy appeared. Percy Evans.

Was he going to blow her cover? She searched deep in her emotions for some shred of love still left in her heart. There was absolutely nothing.

he's so charming, so very charming.
who is he?

Percy Evans
Rachel Eckermann

Could she forgive him?

Would you like to dine with me at Porcellian Club?
Do they have a dining hall there?

He seemed a little taken back.

Yes
When
Tonight

Such clubs bored her. She knew about the Achilles Heel Club and many other clubs.

She knew that she had to go shopping. She preferred Armani. She had the dress delivered to her house in Weston. It was quiet in Weston, almost too quiet.

When she arrived at Porcellian, there were various gentlemen dressed in Tuxedos and they escorted her to a secret elevator. The elevator moves slowly up the airs.

Percy was smoking a Cuban cigar. So typical.

There are some friends who are going to join us?
Who?
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?
Didn't they work for Ted Kennedy?
No Trisha.
Let me guess, they are from Stanford, Princeton, Yale, Harvard.
Trisha, can you stop?

Trisha shut her mouth.

The other women looked a little bit too stupid for her taste.

So where are we going?
Aren't you going to introduce yourself.
My name is Rachel Eckermann.

Honey, honey...
pity

We're going to the Hamptons.