She let me know in advance. She was having her wisdom teeth removed. She was going to miss class. Did she return the next day? I think she did. She’s often the first one in the room, and we get to talk.
“Welcome back!” I said when I saw her. “How’d it go?”
She explained how her sister told her that as she was coming out from under the anesthetic, she was in tears.
“I wasn’t in pain,” she told me. “But my sister told me that I was distraught and that I kept telling her that I had to do my algebra homework.”
How about that?