"He and Professor Brown were my favorites," she admitted, dark mood lifting a little because, hey, no point in standing around crying over everything. Shit would happen and there was precious little she could do about it except keep on going. "Don't tell Professor Madison, but he probably got put to second place once he made us read all that T. H. White stuff. God, that was dull."
Some instinct, some conditioning after years of living with, taking care of, a paranoid, angry alcoholic, made her hand drop away. Like Meghan could sense Gary tightening somewhere, could feel the oncoming panic before it even hit. She did smile at him, though, gently, the sad teenager being replaced by the caretaker, the peacemaker. "I guess we're just lucky we ran into each other then, huh?"