Thursday, 4 May 2017


I thought about the math exams I’d missed, the classrooms I couldn’t find.  Then there were the times I woke up in a library, with only a few days left to write some year-end term paper I hadn’t even started.  I never knew how these crises turned out, because suddenly I would be here, on my way to the restaurant to visit Henrietta.  She never asked where I’d been.  She was my friend.

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