That's Melissa, Billy's chick.
He's the expert on the subject of partying, that's for sure, but him and Melissa took off.
Then she added, "Thank God Melissa wasn't with him."
His thoughts wandered to Billy Langstrom's love-widow Melissa, now absent even those precious two commodities with which to face the world.
While Pumpkin Green was not at this week's mass, or probably any other service within miles of Ouray, Billy Langstrom's partner in love Melissa attended.
"Got more important responsibilities now," he said as he offered Melissa a chair and a breakfast roll.
Pumpkin Green was seen about town, always in the company of ever-expanding Melissa, whom he seemed to adore.
Well, mostly smoothly, Melissa said.
The kids get snacks twice a day, Melissa explained, leading them into the building smelling of bread.
Melissa motioned to a crate of oranges.
Melissa smiled in response, her hands full with a toddler trying to steal another's oranges.
"I met Melissa today," she said.
The child was at first handed over to the care of the Hours, or the nymph Melissa and the centaur Cheiron.
A fragment of Clement, quoted by Antonius Melissa, is most probably taken from the treatise on slander.