Randy had already written up and sent a letter of recommendation by the time I got home. I sat on the couch, laptop in front of me, Mike’s message to my right and Elliot to my left, looking at Mike’s e-mail account that I’d just logged into. I couldn’t decide what to do first. I wanted to decipher Mike’s message, but I knew that for my plan to work I had to get this message to Jiang Wei’s scholarship as fast as possible.

As I sat, paralyzed with indecision, I had the image in my head of Randy feverishly typing up this letter before the last student had even left his classroom as he thought about our get together tomorrow. The entire faculty at school, plus some students, probably already knows about that. The rumor mill already churning, everyone talking about maniacal...

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