I stuffed my feet into my sneakers and called Claudia Gonzales at the Brown University Admissions Office. I tried her three times, but she didn’t answer her phone. I could only leave her a voice mail. I called back and dialed zero to try to reach a human. “I got a very important message from Ms. Gonzales,” I told the girl who picked up. “I need to talk to her.” “It’s only me in the office right now,” she said. “And I’m just on work study.” “Can I have her cell-phone number? I need to talk to her, like, now.” “Um, I’m not supposed to, um, give out any numbers.” I wanted to reach through the phone and throttle her. “Um, I think I need to go,” she said, and hung up. I flew into the inn’s kitchen, where Liz was preparing a salad. “What’s happened now?” she asked. “I might not get into Brown,”
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