CHAPTER 7
“Goddamn it, Michael. If deliberately avoiding me is your idea of a joke….”
“I wasn’t avoiding you. I just…”
“Never mind. I don’t have time for excuses.” Laura Wood slammed a hand on her desk, making a trio of expensive pens bounce. One of them rolled onto the floor. She began to bend over but stopped herself. “God, you’re making me wonder if I made the wrong choice.”
“What choice?”
She swiveled her chair straight and tugged at the bottom of her jacket.
“The department’s facing cutbacks, like everybody else. More, because fewer students have signed up for the Psych program the past couple of years.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to drop courses. We’re barely staying compatible with other universities as it is.”
“As a matter of fact, we’ve been told to continue with the same
