"Oh." Professor Hunter touched his black eye and tried to laugh it off. "I had forgotten about that. Just a misunderstanding." He turned toward my mom. "And Mrs. Taylor." He put his hand out and she quickly shook it. She didn't look angry at all. She actually looked ecstatic.
"Excuse my outfit." Professor Hunter tugged the zipper on his hoodie all the way up to his neck. "I just rushed over as soon as I heard what happened." He leaned down, picked up his shoes off the floor, and sat down in a chair. He laced his shoes and stood back up.
"It's so nice to meet you, James," my mom said. She was smiling from ear to ear. "So how do you know Penny?"
"Oh." He smiled over at me. "We actually met at a coffee shop on Main Street at the beginning of the semester."
"Is that so?"
"And we ended up
