Darlene Sredl
Incensed, Rick stormed into the hail even angrier than when he slipped through Nieman’s massive front door heading for the escalator as the sleet started to pound. She knew I had to study today. She knew finals were coming up fast. And now she should ask me this? How does she think I am going to graduate with a distraction like this? More than a ‘distraction’, a mainliner delay! Rick mulled over their conversation.