“The next day, before class, he caught my arm in the hall just before I went into the classroom. “I’m giving you a pass today, James,” he said. The smell of coffee wafted from inside the room. “I’ll miss Hamlet.” “You weren’t worried about that last class.” “Oh, God, is this still about last class?” Sullivan gave me a look that would fry eggs and released my arm. “Only indirectly. You’re getting a pass today because you’re going to go meet with Gregory Normandy.” The last... time I had seen the name “Gregory Normandy” it was on the bottom of a business card in my Thornking-Ash acceptance packet, with the word “President” underneath it. I felt like a cat presented with a full bathtub. “Can’t I just write out ‘I will never again miss class’ one million times?” Sullivan shook his head.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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