The cumulative stress of recovering from the wedding and launching straight into exams had had it’s toll on Dominique. She came out of the exam hall tired and drained, wishing she could go back and correct the mistakes she already knew she’d made. Concentration had been an issue for her lately.
“Well, I don’t think that could possibly have gone any worse. And I’m going to have to wait until the end of summer to find out and it’s unbearable. Why can’t they just tell me now that I’ve failed and have it over with? I need a drink. And plans for summer.”
“ You can always tell people you did great. Tell your parents that, they buy you presents and you can have a great summer. And then when you grades come and if they are bad, you just say you don’t understand what is happening.”













