EPILOGUE
Miss Connors exclaimed brightly, “So!”
I cringed against the harsh sound and sunlight that filtered through her office windows. I curled into a ball on her chair and rolled my eyes in annoyed resignation.
“Sheldon!”
“What?” I cried out, annoyed. “I graduated yesterday. I’m hung over. Sue me.”
“You’re annoying, you know that?”
“You’re supposed to be my counselor. What happened to all the sympathy and condolences?”
“The ‘sympathy and condolences’ went out the window when you used a certain expletive with me that pertains to intercourse.” Miss Connors smiled tightly. She twirled her finger in the air and exclaimed, “So you can ‘screw off’ when you ask for that.”
I grinned. “That wasn’t what I said.”
Miss Connors sighed, folded her arms, and asked, “So how’s it going with
