The Polar Night Won't Shine on the Faithless
My twin sister Selena was the most troublesome grad student my fiancé, Professor Adrian Hall, had ever taken on.
Skipping class, showing up late, doctoring observation curves. Every time she walked into his lab, the two of them seemed ready to set the whole college on fire.
I told Adrian to stop using that tribunal tone with her. But he explained, "Eve, if she keeps drifting like this, sooner or later she'll ruin herself."
When he looked at Selena, his gray-blue eyes were as cold as a lake on a winter night.
"Have every raw record on my oak desk before eight tomorrow morning. One page short, and you don't set foot in the observation tower for the rest of the month."
I felt embarrassed