December 17: National Maple Syrup Day

Luke e-mailed today to say he received my letter, which I finally decided to mail after what he did to Nikki. The sniveling twit said that it made him feel like dung. He also admitted that I was deft with words and that my verbal skills were worthy of approbation, but he claimed his tutorials were in part to thank for that. And since both of our futures were on the line here, he had a proposition for me. If I took a practice verbal SAT test and scored less than seven hundred, then he would resume “word lessons” with me, gratis. If I got seven hundred or above, he would never bother me again.

I didn’t hesitate. I deleted the message.