Hazel
The lecture was about something she had covered in the reading two weeks ago. She knew this because she had done the reading two weeks ago and remembered sitting at the kitchen table with a highlighter going through it page by page. She knew the material. She should have been following along without any difficulty.
She was not following along. Not even close.
Her brain had something else it was working on. Something it would not let go of and would not make clear either. It sat underneath everything, pulling at her attention at random intervals like a word on the tip of a tongue that would not come forward no matter how many times she reached for it. She wrote notes she barely looked at and stared at the board and kept circling back to the same place — the party, the gap, the noth
