What They Kept for Me
The first thing Tariq Hassan noticed that autumn was that Helen Carmichael no longer saved him a seat. Department meetings took place in Holden Hall's third-floor conference room, a long walnut table surrounded by windows that looked out onto the quad. For twelve years, Tariq had sat three chairs from the head, near the window, because the radiator there was temperamental and he preferred the...
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