Sean Gluski walked into my classroom while I was packing my things to go home after my Thursday evening course. Being alone with him again made me uneasy. We hadn’t spoken since our unfortunate encounter in the men’s room the week before spring break. He’d skipped classes entirely the week after the break and also missed Monday’s class before finally showing up late (and leaving early) for Wednesday’s. I looked at him standing by the door dressed, unfortunately, in his usual attire.
“What do you want, Sean?” I asked as calmly as I could.
“I just wanted to say again that I’m sorry,” he said, approaching me. “I really am.”
“Fine,” I said, slinging my messenger bag over my shoulder. “Apology accepted.”
“You didn’t tell anyone what happened, did you?”
“No, and I won’t as long as it doesn’
