He dropped his pencil into the green glass vase. “I mentioned that I’m traveling to Ljubljana in May—” “I have to think.” I stood up. “Vivienne.” Peter rose to his feet across from me. “I’m not sure what’s happening inside your head right now—I’d pay money to see a visual rendering—but I don’t think we’ve been on the same page since you left class yesterday, and I wonder—have you read the response I left for you recently? You weren’t there, so I—”
