“said Dr. Luria on the phone the next Tuesday. “No suspensions tonight, and please come dressed up.” That was all she told him, except to meet at the usual pickup spot near Symphony Hall. Zack’s sole dress-up wardrobe consisted of a blue blazer, a pair of chinos, and a blue shirt. His one tie was balled up with a pair of dress socks. He ironed that, and at six sharp he was at the corner of Huntington and Massachusetts Avenues, picked up this time by a Lincoln Town Car, not Bruce in the SUV. And ...the driver came with a personality. “Where we going?” Zack said, getting in. “The Taj Boston.” He had heard of it and knew it wasn’t exactly a grad student hangout. “Sounds good.” “I take it you’re not from around here.” He didn’t want to sound dumb, given that he was born and raised just ten miles out of town. “Nope, just arrived.” “Where from?” “Maine.” He had no idea why he said that. A few minutes later, the driver pulled up to the corner of Arlington and Newbury at the doors of the most elegant hotel Zack had ever been to.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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