"Sophia, you keep enjoying Boston's scenery with Holly, Susan, and Mark, but Jason, we've got some fucking serious business to attend to back at Stanford!" Tommy left these words for his companions and flew back to California with Jason—to his real stronghold, the SSD Fraternity house.
Charles, Eric, Ted, and other SSD members who were on good terms with Tommy had long been waiting around their own roundtable conference table. Seeing Tommy and Jason rush back in, Ted excitedly slapped the desktop a few times with both hands:
"You finally didn't make us wait until our hair turned white! Dumbass Tommy!"
He then slid over two documents that were already prepared in front of him toward them, skimming the table surface: "I finished the draft myself, and had the editor from my dad's newspaper help me revise it. Admire my moving prose."
