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it is, as a matter of fact. Good memory. What do you think? Too much?”
    “It doesn’t matter what I think.”
    “But you don’t like it.”
    “I think that if you want to wear it, you should wear it.”
    Evan seemed momentarily undecided. “Why do you do that?”
    “Do what?”
    “Refuse to answer a simple question.”
    “Because my opinion is irrelevant. You should wear what you want.”
    “Just tell me, okay?”
    “I don’t like your tie.”
    “Really? Why not?”
    “Because it’s ugly.”
    “It’s not ugly.”
    Colin nodded. “Okay.”
    “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Probably.”
    “You don’t even wear ties.”
    “You’re right.”
    “So why do I care what you think?”
    “I don’t know.”
    Evan scowled. “Talking to you can be infuriating, you know.”
    “I know. You’ve said that before.”
    “Of course I’ve said it before! Because it’s true! Didn’t we just talk about this the other night? You don’t have to say whatever pops into your head.”
    “But you asked.”
    “Just… Oh, forget it.” He turned and started back toward the house. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
    “Where are you going?”
    Evan walked a couple of steps before answering without turning around. “To change my damn tie. And by the way, Margolis was right. Your face still looks like it was run through a meat grinder.”
    Colin smiled. “Hey, Evan!”
    Evan stopped and turned. “What?”
    “Thanks.”
    “For what?”
    “For everything.”
    “Yeah, yeah. You’re just lucky I won’t tell Lily what you said.”
    “You can if you’d like. I already told her.”
    Evan stared. “Of course you did.”
     

     
    In class, Colin sat in the third row, taking notes and trying to concentrate on what the teacher was saying. The class focused on language and literacy development, and in the first few weeks of school, he’d been of two minds about it: first, thinking that most of what the professor was saying struck him as common sense, which made him wonder what he’d gain from being there; and second, that there might be some as-yet unknown advantage to quantifying common sense into some sort of cohesive classroom strategy so he’d be able to put together formal lesson plans. The only problem was that the professor – a neurotic middle-aged woman with a singsong voice – tended to wander from one subject to the next, which made paying attention somewhat difficult.
    He was in his third year of college, but it was his first semester at UNC Wilmington. His first two years had been spent at Cape Fear Community College, where he’d finished with a perfect GPA. So far, he couldn’t tell whether the classes were harder here or there; in the end, that would come down to the difficulty of the exams and the quality expected of his papers. He wasn’t too concerned: He made a point to read ahead whenever possible, and he knew Lily would help him study, quizzing him when he needed it in addition to helping him edit his papers. As a rule, he liked to put in at least twenty-five hours a week of studying, in addition to time in class; whenever he had a break on campus, he wandered to the library, and so far, it seemed to be paying off. Unlike many of the students who were here for both an education
and
a social life, he was here only to learn as much as he could and get the best grades possible. He’d already done the
sow your wild oats
thing; in fact, it had been all he could do to escape it.
    Still, he felt pretty good about having made it to this point. He had Evan and Lily; he had his MMA training and a place he called his own. He wasn’t too fond of his job – the restaurant where he bartended was too touristy for his own tastes – but it wasn’t the kind of place that led to him getting into any kind of trouble. Most people came there to eat, including lots of families with kids, and those who sat at the bar were usually waiting for a table or having dinner. It was certainly a