Chapter 4
Silence had fallen upon the room and shrouded the atmosphere of English 105 with tension. Maurice admired their dedication to the task at hand. He checked the watch on his desk, whispering to himself in irritation and wanting the time to go faster, so he could stop thinking so damn much and occupy his brain with talk.
"eighteen minutes left, class," he announced. "Review your answers with care if you're finished. Otherwise, speed it up and make sure there are no blank spaces."
He wondered if the kids were pulling his leg. Although it was a routine weekly quiz, they studied in a collective trance of concentration as one might expect during the May finals.
Maurice chewed at the eraser on his pencil and squinted at Genevieve, in the front row. She had the mini-skirt on again.
