Devlin hung back, watching Holly as if to determine how Angela’s friend was to be treated. “I’ll just be a minute,” Angela said to him. He nodded and moved a few feet away, lounging against the wall and lighting a cigarette. He smoked lazily, his body relaxed, his eyes never leaving Angela. “‘I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,’” Holly recited in a sing-song voice. “A rather big shadow, in this case,” Angela replied, smiling. “A big, beautiful shadow,” Holly added, and grinned. They went on to discuss the class they’d just had, and recent happenings, and Holly was thanking Angela for the flowers she’d sent when Carol Lasker arrived. Carol was another third year student who had been Angela’s moot court partner. She was a brilliant but erratic student who rarely attended classes, and then ran around like a madwoman at exam time photocopying everyone’s notes. She made up for this annoying trait by cheerfully editing and reconstructing briefs for less gifted students.
