Spring fire

Sorority House

From far off Susan Mitchell could hear the sweet voices of a fraternity serenading another sorority house down the street.

Mitch turned the light on and looked at the face of the clock. It was eleven-thirty. She saw Leda’s half-full package of cigarettes on the desk, and she took one from the pack and lit it.

It was taking Leda a long time. Mitch was numb wit...