“Did you hear about Hugh Saunders?”
Laurel struggled to get her not-totally-caffeinated brain to fire. After the late night with the reception and the early morning seeing off the newlyweds, she was too damned tired to figure out why was her mother was bringing up the son of some of their country club friends. “I haven’t seen Hugh since we graduated high school. Isn’t he in med school now?”
“He was.” Rosalind drew out the final syllable like a delicious piece of taffy, not that she’d ever admit to how much she adored gossip.
Knowing her part in all this, Laurel took the bait. “Was?”
Her father shook his head in disgust. “Ungrateful boy up and quit in the middle of his third year. He dropped out of Harvard. And not even because he was doing poorly. He just had some fool identity crisis
