Teaching Carol, Ch.4
I didn’t see Carol at lunch the next day, though I waited until nearly closing time. When she didn’t come to dinner, I casually asked a classmate of hers if she’d seen Carol, and she told me Carol hadn’t been at her classes that day. It was pretty obvious that Carol was upset about last night and was too embarrassed to show her face in public. Or, at least, where she might run into me. This needed to be dealt with. I sat down at one of the dining tables, tore a piece of paper out of my notebook and wrote the following: Dear Carol, My guess is that you’re feeling bad about last night. It must have been a shock to learn that you enjoy something that most people wouldn’t…that they might even find …