The dorm, usually still bustling at this hour, was quiet today. Holly Winslow didn't bother trying to guess what Valerie Walsh and the others were thinking.
If they were truly found out, she would just have to accept her fate and write a formal apology.
And then she'd throttle that scoundrel Mortimer Quincy.
Not long after she got into bed, a message came from Mortimer. She huffed, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she fired off a long reply.
Mortimer spent a dozen seconds reading it before summing up the main point: keep your distance.
He hadn't gone through all this trouble to get his wife into the same school just to keep their distance.
To hell with keeping our distance.
He rolled over and typed back a few words: "Baby, want some of the Chapman Family's red bean buns tomorrow? I can have someone bring them."
Holly's eyes lit up when she saw the mention of the Chapman Family's red bean buns. "Yes! I want three, and a cup of soy milk too."
