# THOMPSON-HAYES: THE INSIDE OUT
## Chapter Forty-Five — Marcus Webb, September
She found out on a Wednesday.
Not from Marcus — he was not the kind of person to announce things. From Amara, who texted at 6:42 a.m.: *he's registered. I saw him on the housing portal.*
She was at the kitchen table with coffee when the text arrived. She read it. She set the phone down.
She picked it up again.
She typed to Amara: *I know. He texted me last week.*
He had. A single text, the kind that arrived before you'd woken up and sat there all day waiting:
*Ms. Thompson. I registered for fall semester. Engineering major. I know that's not what you expected but it turns out I'm good at math when someone doesn't tell me I'm not.* A pause. *I'm also registering for the creative writing elective. Because
