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“Are you ready?”
Andrea looked around, but couldn’t see any cause for alarm. The sun had stayed steadily off her right shoulder, so they couldn’t be coming back to the farm. That only left her with one possibility.
“You said no running.”
“I did,” Megan’s smile looked trustworthy.
Judgement of character was one of her strengths, it just wasn’t always conscious. But it had led her back to Megan instead of to Legal Ethics—the study group was probably voting her out right about now. Juried, judged, and executed in absentia.
She’d certainly voted to do the same to a male student who was consistently late. They’d simply moved the meeting location without notifying him, which had made the process painless, for them anyway.
“Then I guess I’m ready.”
Megan turned silently back in her sadd
