I had it up to my eyeballs with my insuperable Calculus class. If I never saw another derivative again, it’d be too soon. To celebrate the long weekend, I refused to study for Monday’s test until Sunday night, late. Seth quieted the radio as we pulled up in front of my house. “I have some bad news. I’m going out of town tonight and won’t be back until noon tomorrow.” “Do you have to go?” “Sorry, I’ve got some things to take care of, although I won’t be having fun if that helps.” It was the third time since we started dating that he had to go out of town to take care of things, yet he’d never say exactly what it was he’d be doing. “While I’m gone, think of something fun you want to do when I get back.” He leaned over and kissed me good-bye. “You’re leaving now?” He nodded weakly. “Fine, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I got out, slamming the car door a little too hard. “Don’t be angry, Maggie,” he said, lowering the window and leaning across the leather seat.
