Chapter Twenty-Six
“I’m sick of anatomy.”
Liz slammed her textbook closed and dropped it on the floor beside her bed.
“Shall we work on geography?” I asked.
This was on the Monday night after our return from Bay Stream, and we were trying to get back into our study routines.
“I’m sick of that, too.”
“What, then?”
“Let’s go see what Tony’s up to.”
‘Tony’ was the name we’d given to the colt born to Victoria three weeks before.
“Okay. Shall we find Fuse to go with us?”
“Yeah, he’s probably in the dayroom.”
We pulled on our shoes, grabbed our coats, and hurried to the dayroom, where we found several chess games in progress, but no Fuse.
“In his room,” I said.
We went to Alexander House and tapped on the window of Fuse’s room.
Cadet Fairchild opened the window. “I wish you were lo
