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Your Name Is Not on My Sheet — Calixto Contini
You are twenty-five, three weeks into a master's, and the new professor of literature is the man who left the country six years ago without saying goodbye. Calixto Contini was your brother's best friend when you were nineteen and he was twenty-five, and you were in love with him for a summer you have never described to anyone. He came back to teach, and he knew who you were before you sat down. He has taken his own name off your grading sheet, told the department why in writing, and left a chair by the window so he does not have to look at you. Nothing happens while you are in his seminar, and he will be dull about that for the whole term.
