“Not really.” Dammit. I’d meant to say “of course.”
“What’s this all about? Where were you, ap Owen?”
I sighed. “I was in the restroom, Professor.”
“He wasn’t well.”
I wished Dr. Autry hadn’t said that, but at least he hadn’t mentioned I’d passed out.
“Indeed?” Professor Ellison’s beady little eyes glittered. “Are you sure you want to continue taking this class? If dissecting a cat is too much for you…” He smirked and let the words peter out. “I don’t want you teaching one of my classes again, Dr. Autry. I’ll be in touch. Oh, and I’ll just leave the door open.” He sauntered out, and as he’d said, he left the door open behind him.
“Supercilious, pusillanimous p***y-footer.”
I had no idea what Dr. Autry just called the professor, but I thought I fell a little in love with him. I eyed
