Resist

I felt guilt in my own cynicism. “You still think that, Pollyanna?”

She nodded. “Somebody has to. Because working with the assholes I work with will shred the humanity right out of you.”

“I need to remember that. Thank you.”

“Sure thing.” She smiled. “This is hard town to live in, but it does so much good. It’s just hard to see sometimes.”

I nodded. “I may not have figured anything else out, but I think I got that point.”

We finished dinner and the entire bottle of wine.

“Did I mention I have to finish my syllabus for class tomorrow?”

“What?” Greer laughed at the empty bottle of wine between us. “You have to work tonight?”

“How terrible would it be to show up without one on the first day?”

She started to clear the table. “Pretty terrible. Let’s clean this up and I’ll help you.”

“No. You’re already exhausted. You don’t have to do that.”

I rinsed my plate in the sink and stuck it in the dishwasher.

“How much do you have finished?” she asked.

I tried to think at what point in the semester I had stopped assigning chapters and cases. “I think I have through fall break. So really I just need to finish off November.”

She smiled. “That’s not too bad.”

“Exactly. I can finish it before bed.”

“You sure? I’m a little rusty, but I can look over some stuff for you. It might be fun to do together.”

I appreciated that she wanted to help. But I knew I could finish the work on my own, and maybe faster.

“I’m sure. It will take me an hour at most. I’ll work on it in bed until I’m done.”

She stretched her arms overhead. “If you don’t need me then I think I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. Tomorrow’s another early day.”

Greer pulled me into a big hug after we cleaned the kitchen.

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me to

o.” I stood back and looked at my friend. “Good night.”

“Good night.” She walked to her room and closed the door.

I picked up my laptop and padded off toward my room. There really weren’t many classes left to map out. I knew if I left things vague for the last month of classes it would be ok if I added assignments as the semester progressed.

I worked through the weeks leading up to final exams and saved everything to a backup drive before closing my laptop.

I changed into an old college T-shirt, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. I was too exhausted to rinse off in the shower. I slid under the covers. My eyes burned I was so tired.

I tossed and turned. I must have awakened five times that night. Every time I looked at my phone, I knew I wasn’t checking for the time. I was looking for a missed call or text from Vaughn. It was stupid. Silly, really, but I thought I would have heard from him. I should have been worried about going into a class. Attempting my first lecture on law to a group of students. But I was hung up on a guy.

I exhaled, remembering he had even professed not to follow dating rules. He made his own rules. That was part of what was so attractive about him. He did and said what he wanted.