A PADDED CELL SEEMED LIKE a very fitting place to take finals. Unfortunately, the closeted little space—four walls of uninterrupted white bathed in a sickening fluorescent glow—soon turned oppressive. And yet, question after question, Micki filled in blanks, picked the best choices, calculated answers, drew diagrams, and wrote essays in a large, messy handwriting.
When she finally put her pen down, it was late Saturday afternoon.
And she couldn’t keep the grin off her face.