Forty-Eight
Memphis stared at the test in front of him, tapping his pencil against the tabletop. He’d been in school for a few months now, expecting at any minute for his brain to lose interest in the courses. Yet, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he seemed to fit into the mould of being a lawyer better than he’d first assumed. Recalling their study session the night before, he smiled. Kennedy was furious with him for trying to get out of it. Knowing that he remembered more if he heard it out loud, she sat down and helped him by reading out all his notes. As his father checked in every now and again, he could hear the older man chuckle with every scolding he got. He tried to hide his laughter every time Kennedy got mad at Memphis’s lack of attention. "Five minutes, Ladies and
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