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fortunate that he turned down a teaching post at Harvard Law School. As former Editor-in-Chief of the Yale Law Journal, I’ve no doubt he has much expertise to share. I’m confident that I’m leaving you in very capable hands.” She first nods at Marshall and then at Camila. “Good luck.” Then she turns to the group. “My door is always open, but try emailing first.”
    Polite laughter trails after her as she exits, leaving Marshall and Camila standing side-by-side at the front of the room. She can feel his energy reach for her, the warmth coming off his body as he clears his throat to address the editors. She’s on auto-pilot now as she goes through topics and assignments with the editors, ignoring the burning gaze she feels coming from him. As soon as she finishes, Marshall segues into his own vision for the Law Review and the upcoming publications.
    “I know many in the legal profession want to dismiss or downplay the significance of Law Review. But I believe that it still maintains its relevance today.” He goes on to mention two instances of law review articles cited in major legal battles this past year that had made their way to the Second Circuit Court of Appeals. “So for our next issue, I’d like to see some articles offering a deeper exploration of a Federal circuit case and some student notes examining some of the top supreme court cases of last year and their broader implications. Show me what you’re capable of. I want you to impress me.”
    Marshall looks at Camila when he makes that last statement. Impress me . . . . No, she won’t be the one to write those articles, but she gets that he’s expecting something from her. And at the moment, her heart pounds against her chest, wanting to accept the challenge. Camila swallows, ignoring the burning that’s passing through her and lingering at her cunt. “Thank you all for coming,” she says. “I look forward to a strong year.”

 
    Chapter 16
     
    “When’s mom going to be home?” Camila opens the refrigerator and stands in the door to cool off.
    Her father looks up from his book. “Not for a couple of hours. The hospital’s been having to cut non-essential personnel, so she’s been putting in some long days.” He shakes his head. “At least she’ll have the holiday weekend to recover. “You want to stay for dinner? She’s stopping by Puerto Viejo on her way home.”
    “Did I hear Puerto Viejo? Hopefully she’ll get some maduros too.” Shoshana enters the kitchen and drops a large tote bag and her purse onto the small, square dining table where her uncle sits reading. She kisses his forehead. “Hey Uncle Bernie. What are you reading?”
    Not waiting for an answer, she bends down. “Oooh, The Chocolate War . I love that one.”
    “Glad you approve. It’s on my reading list for this Fall.”
    “He’s teaching a class called Race and Rebellion in American Literature,” Camila pipes in, shutting the refrigerator door.
    “Pretty edgy stuff Professor Cohen,” Shoshana comments.
    “Trying to stay current and keep my students engaged.” He doesn’t bother to look at his niece when he talks. She and Camila are both used to how engaged he becomes in a book. Teaching is his greatest passion, after his wife and daughter.
    Camila offers Shoshana a glass of water which she swallows in two big gulps. “Thanks.”
    “Surprised you came today. I warned you their air conditioner was broken.”
    “I would never miss a Thursday with your parents.”
    Camila looks up at the ceiling. “Thursday already?” She’s losing track of the days.
    “Well, duh.” Shoshana returns to the table and pulls a book out of the large tote for her Uncle. “Dad seems to think you’ll like this, although I don’t know why. It’s pretty dry stuff.”
    Camila peers over his shoulder. “I’m sure you’d rather read Camus than Huntington.”
    Her father turns the book over in his hand. “I’ll take a look when I finish this.” He holds up the