They Never Learn

by Layne Fargo

Last year, I had everything in order for my tenure application—until Kinnear took my spot on the committee I needed to complete my service requirement, then barely bothered to show up for the meetings. Meanwhile, Dr. Stright, despite being hired three semesters later than me, sailed through the tenure process, thanks to Kinnear’s full-throated recommendation. Men like them are the ones who really get away with murder.

I linger in the doorway and lock eyes with him, finally letting some of the hatred I feel toward him seep into my gaze. But he won’t see it. They never see the murder in my eyes.

I’m furious with my father, and I’d be perfectly happy never speaking to him again, but at least he’s not a pastor. I can’t even imagine.

Idk why this was just so funny to me LOL