“I wouldn’t. Dr. Barnes is with the college seniors. In spite of all that has happened, we hope to carry through our Commencement as planned. He is in the chapel watching the rehearsal for Baccalaureate tomorrow. Come back by.”
“How long?”
“I’d say thirty minutes, but your guess is as good as mine.”
Thirty minutes was an eternity! No use to try to do anything else. Might as well sit here.
“Coming back next year?” the secretary asked Mimi. She had completed reservations for three girls since Mimi had been waiting.
“Not next year. I can’t. I don’t graduate. I’m just a second year Prep.” Not because she wanted to be impudent but because she was on the verge of exploding she added: “If Dr. Barnes doesn’t come in pretty soon I won’t be in any school. I’ll be ‘dead and buried behind the old church door.’”
“Don’t you have something you could be doing?”
“No ma’am.”
That wasn’t quite true but near enough.
“Here, then, fold these programs. That’s right. Like this one on top that I folded.”