“I didn’t understand, is the homework due next time?”
The hallway was filled with students. The man standing next to the woman was obviously who she was addressing. The girl, watching nearby, tried not to listen. Yet there was something happening here that made her furious almost before it happened.
“We’re going over it next time,” the man said to the woman, “but we’re not turning it in.”
And then it came.
“So I don’t have to do shit.”
The girl ground her teeth.
“Just take it home,” the man said. “Look it over a bit maybe. Yeah.”
The girl shut her eyes and tried not to beat herself in the head with her textbook.