Page 56 of Ruthless Court
“Enjoy lunch.”
“You took mine.”
“You look capable of finding more.”
I walk out before he invents another reason to keep me there.
Behind me, the track girl asks, “Who was that?”
Kane answers without hesitation.
“Sandy.”
I smile despite myself.
Let him think that.
The housing office closes at four thirty.
I arrive at four twenty-two.
A student employee sits behind the desk wearing headphones around his neck and the resigned expression of someone who has spent the day explaining policies he did not create.
“I need to check my transfer request.”
He asks for my student ID, types my number, and studies the screen.
“Still pending.”
“I know. That’s why I’m here.”
“There aren’t many openings.”
“I’ll take anything.”
He glances up. “Anything?”
“Yes.”
“Shared triple?”
“Fine.”
“Older dorm?”
“Perfect.”
“No air-conditioning?”
“I’m from Chicago.”
“That doesn’t answer the question.”
“It means I’ve suffered before.”
He clicks through another screen.
“You’re in Cypress now?”
