He spotted Sheila when she stepped into the coffee shop. He waved at her, and she headed straight toward them and stepped into line next to Alejandro. “You sure you want to teach them that cutting in line is fair?” he asked, gesturing at the line of students that had formed behind them like magic. This was campus coffee shop rush hour. Sheila turned to him with a mischievous smile on her face. “We’re historians, not philosophers. All we do is teach them life isn’t fair.” “That’s harsh, Dr. Meyer,” a student yelled from somewhere down the line. Sheila turned and squinted at them. “Shannon, have
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