Shirley watched as Robin tossed back her fifth shot of tequila within the past hour. Robin hardly ever drank the hard stuff and Shirley couldn’t help wondering how many of these shots her friend was going to be able to take before she couldn’t remember her own name anymore.
But so far she was handling it all like a champ.
Shirley even felt better for getting out of the house and away from those damn books. She knew that the longer she put it all off, the worse it was going to be. She had maintained a 3.8 grade point average and was all set to graduate magna c*m laude, but that might not happen if she messed up her classes the last semester. She had to knuckle down and do it. That was all. She had to grind it out.
But her mind kept wandering back to Chatham. Where was he? What was he doi
