student, heat, fainting
Nothing was right about that summer. There was a kind of desperate madness about it. Sometimes, when Jeanine insisted on giving a midnight sermon on the advantages of her forthcoming civil marriage , I'd lie quietly on my bed and make listening sounds while strange voices competed with Jeanine's for my attention .
Inscape: Vol. 4:
3, Article 8.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol4/iss3/8