“I was going to return downstairs in a minute. I just…I’m tired, I think.” “MCAT’ll do that to you.” How does he…? “Did Pen tell you?” “You did.” “When—oh.” On Wednesday. The Day. The Day of the Touch. “It’s so barbaric.” “Yup.” “I feel like I could sleep for a hundred hours.” “Hyperbole?” I snort. “Not this time.”
