Putting my own things away, I tell her, “You need to meet me tomorrow.” “Fine. Tomorrow at three. Same spot.” “Nope.” I make sure to pop the P like a dick. “I have to have all this in before noon, or this was pointless. Tomorrow at ten.” Her shoulders drop and she shakes her head. “I can’t. I can’t be here before twelve thirty.” “Not my problem, Tutor Girl. Better tell whoever it is you save your mornings for their happy days are on pause until June.”
