Slouching low in my car seat to watch through my steering wheel and over my dash in the back of the AIT college campus parking lot just after 9 at night was not a stretch. Nor was managing my racing heart and short breath when Clara, my wife, came out, casually got in her car, and, rather than head to the exit and home, drove around to stop in front of the doors she'd just come out.
That's where the student rushed out with his head dropped down, scurrying to the passenger side, and in. When the interior light came on, I could see Clara laughing like a kid getting away with something. She jerked away from the curb so quick her tires squeaked.
