I bit the bullet.
Yesterday, I wrote the graduate school for the third time in the last week. Three different offices, three same no-answers.
MFA classes start in three weeks.
I just want to know if I start with them.
Is that too much to ask?
Silence is the answer.
Pity I cracked my left incisor on that bullet—
My ‘grin and bear it’ resolve will be particularly gruesome this go-around.
Chloe, the Cracked Tooth