She’s back in her seat now, though, has shed that awful sweater, and even let a flip-flop fall to the floor beneath the table, one of her legs now folded up in the chair. And right this second, she’s accepting a refill of iced tea, only after making sure it’s not an extra fee. Meyer sighs, smiling into her glass as she looks at me. “We got through a lot today. If you do your reading tonight and your professors stick to their schedules tomorrow, you won’t have any work while you’re away the next two days.”
