King Sorrow

She unfolded it and narrowed her eyes to read. “‘The future comes to Rackham College,’” she read, and Arthur’s dread intensified into something like horror. People suddenly got clumsy around Allie—Arthur had seen it happen. She let the lunchtime nurse spoon her alphabet soup and clean Valentine’s blood off her face. She finally dozed for a few hours on Saturday morning, between midnight and three.