Marie laughed. “Yes, a little bird told me about that.”
Spes grinned and elbowed Pete in the ribs. “Yeah I know who the little bird was. Some bird.”
The senior Cliffords asked first about the game the young men had attended. When that topic was exhausted, they asked Pete and Spes how they were reacting to their graduate classes.
Pete looked at Spes, who said, “Well, I think ole Pete here and I are both really getting into them. The work is even harder than before, though.”
Pete looked at Brody and said, “You know, pre-veterinary is pretty much like pre-med. We had lots of our classes with pre-med students. And that was tough. The competition was a killer.”
“Yeah, I can imagine.”
“But the thing is,” Spes said, glancing at Pete, “now that we’re in grad school, we’re able to concentrate
