ChoicesChapter 15 Back to basics
The rest of the day went by quickly. When the carillon struck four, I was halfway between Mudd and the library, and not in any particular hurry. Let her wait a little, I thought. And yes, I can be that petty. Not often, but enough. Amy was sitting at one of the tables in the back. The place was fairly busy, but she had picked a table away from most of the crowd. She looked up as I approached, an uncertain smile on her face. "Sorry I'm late," I said as I slid into the seat opposite hers....