ZOEY
The next morning, Zoey’s head felt as though there were a thousand and one little men building a house with so much hammering going on. It hurt like a motherfucker.
When she remembered her reasons for drinking in the first place, she cringed so bad she wanted to get back to bed and throw the covers over herself. She could not believe she threw herself at her Professor. When he even rejected her, she could have held her head high and walked away, but she begged until she got kicked out of his office. The thought of it made her want to go to the train station and offer herself so that one could crush her because it was better for her to be dead than live with the embarrassment.
She didn’t know if she appealed to Professor Beaumont, but if she did, she was sure that with that act of
