“Guess who I saw on the bus today,” I told Cressie as we stocked the shelves in the Sociology section.
“Say it wasn’t Patty.”
“It wasn’t Patty. She’d never be caught dead on the bus.” Anywhere we’d gone together was by cab, or she’d borrow someone’s car. “No, it was John Cho.” I placed a book by Jeffrey D. Sachs on the shelf.
“No way! How is he? Is he all right? He quit so fast I didn’t have time to say goodbye to him.” She opened a box and stacked the books on the floor beside her.
“Yeah, I know. Nathan got into a serious accident and he had to take care of him for a while. Crazy, huh?”
“Is Nathan improving? Will John come back to work?”
“According to him, Nathan is getting better, but he doesn’t want John to work at all. And John, he doesn’t want to be a boy-toy, or for Nathan to b
