Slow Waltz in Cedar Bend (2009)
“The ambiguity of those months she was in England was hard on him. His running shoes slushed along the streets of Cedar Bend, and ice clung to his hair where it stuck out beneath his blue stocking cap. The faculty and students were suspended in a climatic purgatory somewhere between the lights of Christmas and the warming of the earth in April. Gray muck draped like a shroud over Bingley Hall, ceiling lights bright and cold. Wind from the Canadian prairies smacked the building’s north side and h...owled through the corridors when an outside door was opened. Unlike wine, or the coed of legend who removed her duds in a Russian professor’s office, a midwestern winter does not improve with age.
Thinking almost constantly about Jellie, Michael pushed the students hard and even held an extra three-hour class on a Sunday afternoon, promising them time off for good behavior later in the semester. He knew he’d begin to lose them and himself when the warm came again, so they were getting the hard stuff out of the way early.MoreLess
Thinking almost constantly about Jellie, Michael pushed the students hard and even held an extra three-hour class on a Sunday afternoon, promising them time off for good behavior later in the semester. He knew he’d begin to lose them and himself when the warm came again, so they were getting the hard stuff out of the way early.MoreLess
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