After the day’s classes, a faculty meeting about the looming prospect of the administration raising health insurance co-fees, and a student in crisis over a personal issue, Philip locked his office door and left campus. If asked he couldn’t say why he ended up at Jonathan’s but the car practically drove itself down the familiar street and up to the LaCienega apartments. Jonathan had one of the ground floor units with a view of the park across the street.
Jonathan came to the door in his bathrobe and a something with ice he was drinking from a tumbler through a straw. “Hey, good to see you,” he said. “What’s up? Come to check on me?”
“Absolutely.” Philip took in the dark circles under his friend’s eyes, the unnatural white pallor of his skin. “You doing okay?”
“Still the same. The flu. I
