A Tortured SoulChapter 8 Amanda
It was after ten o’clock when we got to The Union—the building owned and operated by the Student’s Union. Situated on the eastern side of the university’s Grand Plaza, with the university library on the Plaza’s northern edge, The Union was a ghastly nineteen-seventies concrete and glass monstrosity. Oh, sure, they’d tried to disguise it with various signs and banners, and it had had more than its fair share of coats of paint, but it was what it was—and it was hideous. At least, it was from...