As Michael entered the dorm lobby with his bike and backpack, the housemaster stopped him. “Mr. Kent, you’ve got a visitor. She’s been waiting a good two hours.”
It was Sarah Hughes.
She stood, clutching a large artist portfolio. He stood still, gripping the bike, as she walked to him.
“I came to tell you how sorry I am,” she said. “After my outburst yesterday, I felt terrible and tried to apologize, but you were gone. I said terrible things, and there was no excuse. If you can’t forgive me, I understand. I just want to die. I felt so badly I couldn’t sleep last night—” Tears rolled down her cheeks. A few students stopped to watch, and the housemaster was definitely captivated.
“Would you like a coffee?” Michael said.
- From Dancing Priest
Photograph by Milan Popovic via Unsplash. Used with permission.
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