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We find out from someone in the morning class that she’s absent again. The third time in two weeks. The test draws near and no one is anywhere near knowing: interstitial cells, the makings of an ovary, et cetera. What’s the zona pellucida again? Joey says something about blastocysts but I’m too busy fixing my bag, another zipper left open. I pick up my notes from the bench and Cara says Let’s go eat. It seemed like a good day – I could see a few birds biting on some students’ leftovers in the corridors. They jump around and chirp. I see two cats walking by, eyeing the food. One of them makes a strange sound and I wonder if it’s mating season. No one bothers checking the classroom.
