“So. You seriously didn’t know my name until four days ago,” I say. Without a trace of shame or embarrassment, he replies immediately with a, “nope,” that makes me want to scream. “Wolf Hall’s a big school. I’m not about to learn the names and faces of every single student in attendance. I have a very limited quantity of fucks to give, and my father’s made it very clear that they have to be cashed in on my assignments.” His words are so bitter that they bite.
