"What day is it?"
"Sunday," David says to my panicked face.
"I have work tomorrow," I say and I scuttle about gathering my beach things and I realize I don't have a return ticket.
I think it through. David is no use. "Call the airline," he says and goes out to surf.
I go through my things again. Then I find my class schedule and and form indicating that I have been missing all my classes and that my diploma will be revoked. I don't understand. I go around the room, picking things up, thinking of who to call, feeling shame and guilt at my irresponsibility. I imagine my fastidiousness will make up for my negligence.
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