And you know what? It ain’t a bad laugh. I grin. Suddenly, she stops, her fingers flying to her mouth as if to keep the sound inside. Her eyes cut to her screen as she clears her throat and starts typing away. “Okay, so I have the class syllabus, but I was right, and can’t see what’s missing. I’d need to sign in at the tutoring or athletic center, but they’re closed this time of night.” “It’s six.” “And they closed at five.” “Maybe you’re not as good of a tutor as you think if you can’t fly when given wings.”
