Who do I turn to for help?
I want to rip my hair out and scream. But that's also pointless. I have to be practical. It's not the end of the world. Many people don't go to college. I look across the street at a copy shop.
This area is an affluent business district. Maybe I can drop off my resume in a couple of places.
"Harry!" I call out. "Stay there. I'm going across the road."
I'm not worried about my brother taking off with some stranger. He's smarter than that.
Hurrying to the shop, I make a few copies of my resume before returning for Harry. I buy him his hot chocolate while I drop off my resume at every cafe and restaurant I see. One of them must be hiring.
On our way back, I decided to stop at the bar and thank Jojo. Harry waits happily in the kitchen with Layla, who seems deli
