Chapter 11Jake had finished his class preparations. He could have worked on the paper he was getting ready to present in Chicago later in the spring, but he didn’t feel like it. So he rationalized that he wouldn’t do good work if he was not only tired but also unenthusiastic for the project. Then he chuckled, thinking that thousands of students had probably used the same excuse.
Since it was nearly ten o’clock, he decided to go to Nelly’s for a while. He’d have asked Digby to go with him, but he knew his friend had a gig in Toledo, even though it was a week night. It was a blustery March night, cold, windy, with something between sleet and snow stinging his face as he walked. But he didn’t really pay much attention to the weather. He was preoccupied with something Digby had told him.
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