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did you see Rachel last?"
     
     
"We had some dinner at the cafeteria, before her Imaging class last night. I'm on the food plan, and you never eat enough to use all the credits, so I treated her."
     
     
"What time was that?"
     
     
"About six. I had a date with this guy I'm seeing, and we were hooking up at eight. So Rach and I had dinner, and she went to class. I came back here to change. And I'll never, never see her again."
     
     
"Peabody." Eve nodded toward the door.
     
     
"Okay, Charlie." Peabody patted the girl on the arm. "Why don't we go for a walk? You'll feel better if you get some air."
     
     
"I'll never feel better again. Never, never."
     
     
But she let Peabody guide her away.
     
     
When the door closed behind them, Randa blew her nose. "She can't help it. They were really tight. And Charlie's a drama major."
     
     
"Is that what she's studying, or is it just her personality?"
     
     
As Eve hoped, Randa's lips trembled into a smile. "Both. But, I don't feel like I'll ever get over this either. I don't feel like I'll ever think about anything else."
     
     
"You will. You won't forget it, but you'll get through it. I know you and Charlie, and a lot of the other people I've talked to, liked Rachel."
     
     
"You just had to." Randa sniffed. "She was just the kind of person who lights things up. You know?"
     
     
"Yes," Eve agreed. "Sometimes people are jealous of someone like that. Or they dislike them because of what they are inside. Can you think of anyone who felt that way about Rachel?"
     
     
"I really can't. I mean, she only went here part-time, but she made a lot of friends. She was smart. Really smart, but she didn't geek."
     
     
"Anybody who wanted to be a better friend than she did?"
     
     
"Oh, like a guy?" Randa drew a breath now. The tears were drying up as her mind became occupied. "She dated around. She didn't sleep around. She was really firm about not giving it out until she was good and ready. If a guy pushed, she'd turn it around into a joke until they got to be friends, or if that didn't work, she'd walk away."
     
     
"She ever mention somebody named Diego?"
     
     
"Oh, him." Randa wrinkled her nose. "God's gift, Latino type, hooked onto her at the club. She went to dinner with him once, some Mex restaurant he said he owned. He tried to put the moves on her, wasn't too happy when she deflected. Came by campus once and got a little hot because she laughed him off. That was a few months ago, I guess."
     
     
"Got a last name for him?"
     
     
"No. Um, short guy, too much hair, soul patch. Always wearing those cow-kicker boots with little heels. But he could dance."
     
     
"Anybody else try to put the moves on her?"
     
     
"Well, there was Hoop. Jackson Hooper. He's a TA, ah teacher assistant-English Lit. Another one of those God's gifts, but whitebread style. He racks girls up like pool balls, and Rachel wouldn't play. He came on pretty strong, following her around. Not stalking her," Randa qualified. "Just being where she was a lot, and making plays. We all figured it was because she was the first girl to turn him down in his life, and he didn't want to spoil his streak."
     
     
"Did he end up where she was just on campus, or did it happen elsewhere?"
     
     
"She said he came into the store where she works a couple times. Just hanging around and being charming. She got a kick out of it, actually."
     
     
"When did you see her last, Randa?"
     
     
"I didn't make dinner, had to study. She was talking about bunking here after class. She did that sometimes on her evening classes. She's not really supposed to, but nobody cared. Everyone liked having her around. But when she didn't show, we just figured she'd gone home. I didn't even think about it."
     
     
Two fresh tears trickled down her cheeks. "I didn't think about her at all. Charlie was out, and I had the room to myself. All I thought was, how nice and quiet it was so I could study. And when I was thinking that,