Julia took notes studiously throughout the class but was relieved when it was over. She honestly had no idea what she would be doing for lunch. She thought about it as she stretched her muscles after having sat for so long. It would all depend on her father. If Professor Drake was in one of his more lucid and comprehensive states, then he would be here at the University, having gone to work. In that case she would eat with her father or wait for him if he was giving a lecture. If he was less than sane today, well, Julia could only hope that he stayed in the house.