New story, “Mussel Bed,” the dating dimensions of science, sex, and seafood

We parked in the driveway of her ex-husband, so I wanted to stay busy, carry something, but didn’t know where to start. It was drizzling. The students pulled up behind us looking tired and puffy, and Jasmine gathered them in and started joking. “What’s the matter? Enflamed dura?” They laughed. She turned to me and shook her head, “Hangovers.”