A fine fic, Miss M! It's so easy for me to put myself in Rolanda's and Poppy's places /g/. You set the stage so well, capturing that sort of hopeless yearning that all of us have felt at one time or another. Yet it's not a hopeless story at all. IC, all of them. I can just see Rolanda as the one who always falls madly for the wrong person. And here is Poppy, nurturing as always. And Minerva, crisp, desirable, and self-contained.