Then Carol knocked on the door. She lived in the apartment downstairs. She was holding a bag of pretzels and a worn copy of American English File 1 . “I saw the truck hit the pole. I figured you guys were dying of boredom.”
They sat in a circle on the floor—Jenny, Rob, Jake, and Carol. The rain hit the window. The room was quiet except for the sound of the F train in the distance. american english file 1 third edition
Jenny looked at her phone. Then she looked at her friends. Then Carol knocked on the door
The truth was worse. A truck had hit a telephone pole at the end of Lake Street. The super said it would be eight hours before the internet came back. “I saw the truck hit the pole
Jenny sat at the small kitchen table. Her laptop was open to File 8A (“I’d like to speak to the manager”). She had a test tomorrow. But she wasn’t studying. She was staring at her phone.
“Turn the Wi-Fi off. Just for one more hour.”
Jake walked in from his shift at the sports store, holding a six-pack of soda. “What’s the panic?”