Chapter Twenty-Seven
On the first day of the second quarter, after classes are finished, I drag my suitcase back into Fuller. On my second trip back from the car—to fetch my sewing machine and a few other bits and pieces—I see Charlotte leaning in the doorway of the main Fuller entrance. I’m starting to wonder if she stuck a tracking device on me the first day we met; I can’t seem to move anywhere in this residence without ‘accidentally’ running into her.
“Oh, look who’s come out of hiding,” she says as I walk towards her. “It must have been so embarrassing when your boyfriend dumped you. Not all of us are able to hold our heads high at the end of a relationship.”
“And it seems you’ve once again got the wrong end of the stick,” I mutter as I pass her.
“And you’re once again wearing cir
