Chapter 13

I stripped down to my boxer briefs, hung up my suit in readiness for the morning, and got into bed.

My last night at Charles T. Armand University. It had been a good three years, in spite of the stress of having to come up with scholarships to avoid being asked to leave.

I pulled the covers over my shoulders and closed my eyes.

Of course going to sleep was another matter entirely.

God, those people were loud!

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I never overslept, but I did the next morning; as a result, I only just managed to grab a bite for breakfast and make it to the bus depot. The driver didn’t give me a hard time, which I appreciated. He stowed my duffel in the storage compartment and told me to find a seat.

The air conditioning was out, so I opened the window next to my seat. I had my laptop with me, but there was nothing I needed to do; I didn’t feel like reading the e-books I’d saved to my hard drive, and I didn’t want to waste my battery playing solitaire or Mahjong Titans.