Chapter 4
James arrived at his office in the library, turned on the computer, and logged in to check his e-mail. There were the usual messages, white noise from the English department, notes from students asking about assignments, requesting extensions, making excuses, or all of the above. He remembered the red-filled bags, and he took them from his black backpack and slid them into the brown-paneled icebox beneath his desk. He hit the button to print his notes for his Shakespeare seminar that night, impatient because he was late to meet Sarah in the library. They would be home together soon, but he wouldn’t lose one moment with her. He wanted to spend every hour of every night with her, holding her, kissing her. He missed her when she wasn’t there. And if he could steal a kiss before he
