6. The Humming
********** wanted to get dinner just after 10 p.m. on a Sunday, so she texted Sam. Sam said it was too late. His Chinese classes began early the next day.
Sunday blues, she replied. Her own classes had already begun, and she was having anxiety over the close of an adventurous weekend. They had gone to bars together on Friday and Saturday evening. Sam had never partied in his life. It seemed that overnight, he had become the kind of college student he had judged and envied in California — one who woke with excruciating headaches. One who wore sunglasses indoors not of pretension but necessity.
I’ll come to you, Sandra insisted. What’s a restaurant near you? Sam recalled the Northeastern place with the rude Welcome Waitress. He had never eaten there, so he couldn’t vouch fo
