“I still don’t understand, Carrie – why do you want to go down … there?”
Nadine looks at me like she has just discovered that I am really an impostor – not the study mate she has known from Ohio State’s law school for over a year now.
“It’s not the Dark Side of the Moon or something, Di.”
I keep walking, clutching my bag tightly. I want to walk just a little faster than her, and then I can’t — because some damn bus stops right before we reach the crossing and a million people pour out in front of us.
” – You asked what I thought about it,” she retaliates.
Bus away. Nadine walks more briskly, getting a little bit ahead of me.
She is irritated. Big surprise. Since I started this conversation – (I dunno exactly why) – it’s become more and more an argument – me against her.
“I just thought you should know,” I try feebly. “After all, you have to find a new study mate in good time before the examen. And… and… ”
“Right. Thanks,” she scoffs; no intention of hiding what she really feels about my decision. “Look, I can understand that you are shocked and everything and this must be incredibly, terrible and – and I can’t really imagine – and – ” … she casts me a glance I can’t quite interpret – ” … but is it really the right thing to burn all bridges and hitch-hike 3000 miles because of h- ”
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