Chapter 11
Micah had been to dozens of these Harvard functions, parties thrown to generate goodwill with those who contributed to its upkeep, designed to brag about how the various departments excelled above others in the country. This was, however, the first thrown by the Liberal Arts department where it had been requested he recite one of his poems. In such a fit about presenting his work in public, to people who were well-acquainted with his family, he was very nearly late, sliding into the room and taking his seat at the end of the row of presenters just as Professor Simonsen began the introductions.
His high, stiff collar itched, and his frock coat sleeves constricted, but at least he’d remembered to run a comb through his curls before racing into the giant lecture hall being utiliz
