Very Quick Non-Update on Flapjaw

The class containing the jaw-flapping Flapjaw only met once last week, with Labor Day and all.

During that class Flapjaw was surprisingly quiet! He didn't cause me one speck of a problem, nor did he interrupt his fellow students.

Of course, he was absent.

As I stood outside in the hallway talking with another student after class, here comes Flapjaw, rushing by us to get into the now-darkened classroom. Back out he comes, perplexed and sweaty.

"Did I miss the abduction?" he says.

"Uh, what?" I say.

"The alien abduction. Where is everybody?"

"Class was at 2:00," I tell him.

"Oh NO!" He is very dismayed by his error.

I am dismayed because the deep-in-the-soul-happiness that brewed inside me when I suspected Flapjaw might have dropped the course, has now turned into cold coffee grounds in my heart.

He pulls out his paper to turn in to me. "I'm so sorry I missed class," Flapjaw flaps.

"It happens," I say. And dashed hopes also happen. And baby unicorns get backed over by cement trucks. Because Flapjaw has come back.

This Tuesday, regular class resumes. I shall report. Just after I'm allowed to make my one phone call.