Chapter Twenty-Six
Getting home early in the morning after a cramped and, for some of them, sleepless night on the train was hard on the whole group. Angie and Luna looked tousled and unkempt like little children who had been woken up too early. Liza and Henry wore their rumpled grad student looks complete with oversized, faded sweatshirts from King's College. Professor Shipley and Thomas both glowered at the world, hardly communicating with anything more than a bear like grumble. Bridget wore lack of sleep like a movie star, unrelentingly beautiful in yoga pants, a loose grey T-shirt and her blonde tresses up in a stylish messy bun. Dr. Clara and Marin, opposites in every way physically, were the only two of their crew that were in good spirits. Watching Thomas wearily carry both he and
