ETHAN POV
The last student leaves at 3:12 PM.
I know the exact time because I look at the clock when the door clicks shut, the way you look at a clock when you've been waiting for something to be over. The room empties the way rooms do after class scraping chairs, zipped bags, a low tide of conversation pulling everyone toward the door and then it's just me and thirty empty seats and the whiteboard with today's discussion question still on it.
What does it cost a person to want something they cannot have?
I wrote that at 8 AM this morning. I have been teaching this material for four years. I chose that question specifically, intentionally, for its academic relevance to the Ishiguro text.
I pick up the eraser.
I look at the question for a moment.
Then I erase it.
I changed the groups because of Derek.
