The work was trivial. I barely paid attention. My tutors did a masterful job of preparing me. My phone rang. “Evelyn,” my father said. “Hello, Father,” I said, cheerfully. “How are you?” “Shut up,” he growled. “Walk back to your dormitory. Now.” He hung up. I almost dropped the phone. My fingers were trembling. Victor would be over after classes to pick me up. If Father saw us together… He was waiting for me. I knew it. My feet moved on their own. I drifted out of the lecture hall and down the hall, then outside. Then, I saw him. He was standing on the sidewalk in front of my dormitory building. After a quick glance to either side, I rushed across the street and walked up to him, clutching books to my chest. “Hello, Father.” I said, warily. “I need to…” “Get in the car.” He was parked illegally in the street. I went over anyway and got in, my temples pounding as I waited for him to get in. He started driving. “Victor is here and you’ve been seeing him socially.”
