At the top of the library steps, Peter opened his romantically-worn canvas satchel and pulled out a heathered-blue sweatshirt. “Right now, at this moment, I’m your friend, Vivienne, not your instructor. You’ve had a tough morning, and you say you’re fine, but I can tell you might be unsteady. It’s chilly and you’re shivering. Please take this. Just leave it on the back of your chair after class on Friday.”
