“Okay, well. Bus leaves at nine am sharp tomorrow morning. We’ll meet in front of the dorm.” She pointed a finger at my chest. “Don’t be late.” I nodded. “I won’t be.” “For some reason, I believe you.” She then pulled something out of her pocket and handed it to me. I looked down at the slip of paper, at the writing that was on it. “In case you need it, or whatever,” Noelle said.
