Tony watched the podium. Another dean was talking. She was an older woman, gray and sexless, and she read slowly from a list in front of her. Tony wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. He waited for the dean to finish, then used the sound of applause for cover while he beat a hasty retreat. He’d stopped smoking a year ago, but if anyone asked, that’s where he was headed. That or he just didn’t feel well, which wasn’t too far from the truth.
It hadn’t been raining when Tony arrived for the awards ceremony, but it sure was when he stepped out.
“Goddamn,” he exclaimed. He’d gone from dry to drenched in an instant.

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