After the bombshell my parents had dropped on me at dinner, I excused myself to consider their news. Not only would it be a major life change, but my father needed an answer by the end of Friday, so he could work with the Board of Trustees to structure the announcement they"d make at Braxton about the new president. I went to sleep early and tried to forget all the drama and concerns. Early Wednesday morning, I pushed aside those gnawing fears, skipped my normal run, and showed up in time for classes.
I dumped my briefcase on the desk, retrieved the pop quiz I"d created to verify how well the students had paid attention to the previous lecture, and placed a copy face down on twenty desks. For a moment, I thought a little part of Myriam Castle"s personality had invaded me for tossing the s
