11
Quentin
The warm glow had worn off by bedtime, because the Professor hadn’t come back. Most of the boys took it okay, heading off to their cells without mentioning it. But Danny Felton had a face on him like thunder, and he kept checking his wristwatch; and Enos, always impatient, was pacing.
Eventually I made ’em go to bed, trying to sound as calm and confident as I could, and I toddled off to my own cell too, where I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling for a long while.
I mean, I knew the Professor was having dinner with a pretty woman and all, but somehow, I just didn’t see him abandoning us to stay out for a night on the tiles with Julia Domna. I didn’t see that at all.