“Oh, man,” Brooke groaned.
“What’s wrong?” Nancy called from the next office over.
“Faculty meeting at three,” Brooke replied. Then, a petulant whine escaped her. “I don’t want to go to a meeting. I want to go home. I’m tired.”
“I noticed,” Nancy called back. “You’ve certainly not been your usual energetic self lately. Is it Kenneth, hon?”
“Yeah, probably,” Brooke answered. “I’ve been bummed since he left. I bet I won’t be back to normal until he gets home. I miss him.”
“Of course you do,” Nancy said soothingly. “How long has it been?”
“Eight weeks,” Brooke replied with a sigh. “Eight weeks, and we still have six weeks to go. I don’t know how I’m going to hold out that long.”
“I guess, just keep busy,” Nancy suggested. “But since it’s already 2:45 p.m., shall we walk over together?”
