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It was an hour’s drive from her apartment near Stanford to Megan’s ranch. Andrea sat for twenty minutes at the foot of the driveway. If she turned around and rushed back, she’d be only half an hour late for study group, but that could be blamed on oversleeping due to a late flight. Though lying to a group studying legal ethics…
She resisted thumping her head against the steering wheel—an action Mother drove her to so often.
The sole ethical course of action remaining was to keep her commitment to visit Megan Connelly and face the fallout of the study group later. I had an appointment with the FAA I couldn’t change. No, still past the gray line that bothered so few of her fellow students.
One other factor tipped her decision. Mother always said how important names were. Andrea had loo
