Snippets

The downpour: Carmen and I frantically wiping my fogged up car windows on our way back from Flannigan’s.
The mad dash to the dorms in an even harder downpour. Then the lobby full of snickering guests.
The Law School’s Subway: the cashier is singing, “I want to rock with you baby! All night long! YEAAH BABAY! ALL NIIIGHT LOONG” She gives me three cookies instead of two. The unibrowed Portuguese guy at the sandwich station looks like a child embarrassed by his mother.
The knowing side glance of the guard as she watches me smuggle the cookies into the law library. She looks at my overly stuffed pocket, and then at me, and smirks.