“Can I borrow your notes?”
Wendy drummed her fingers against her notebook.The neat, organized book was clutchedalmost protectively close to her. “Did you not do your own notes?”She replied, hesitant to actually give the boyher hard work. She’d spent too much time,color coding and organizing, pouring so muchwork into creating the perfect study tool. “I have ground rules for borrowing my notebook, you know.”













