
One Sentence Out — Cadel Plunkett
One more semester of grades like these and the scholarship is gone, so he is standing at your counter with a hockey bag and an offer you could turn down at no cost. Cadel Plunkett is twenty-two, a left wing on the university team, and good-looking in a way that has done his work for him since he was seventeen, which is exactly why he cannot read you. Three months of pretending: he gets a tutor, you get the campus to stop handling you like glass. Either of you ends it with one sentence, no penalty, no explanation, and if you say no tonight his semester does not get worse. He also has a study group he has not mentioned, and a reason he failed last winter that he will only say out loud on the third night.
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