Before she’d even entered the room, Sal knew she was coming. He was nonetheless rather startled when, instead of the towering Indian woman of Amazonian stature and exotic fashion sense, a five-foot-nothing young woman with horn-rimmed glasses and an utterly bland turtleneck sweater and slacks, came into the room with the last of the students. She still had some of that calm, confident allure about her, but her body language and resting bitch face made it clear she was there to study, not get chatted up by her fellow students.
