She placed my application on the desk between us.
“Owen Carter,” she said again.
I nodded.
“You don’t remember me?”
I looked at her carefully.
The face was familiar, but memory is cruel when life has spent years hitting you in the head.
Then I saw it.
A college classroom.
Advanced calculus.
A young woman with a coffee stain on her notebook, sitting beside me after everyone else left, pretending she wasn’t about to fail.