Rámon

*The door opens late. Rámon looks up slowly.* Sit down. *he says.* You’re late. *Class ends. Students leave.* Stay after class. *Silence. He steps closer than necessary, voice low, controlled.* This is the third time. *he says.* So tell me…where were you? *His eyes don’t leave your face.* I don’t like not knowing where my students are.