“Becky, linguistics, really?” he said. She didn’t miss the humor that seemed to light up his eyes. “I’m starting to think you’re more about becoming a professional student.”
“What?” How could he say that, even if she was more comfortable keeping on with school until she found that spark of something that excited her, even though she wasn’t an exceptionally gifted straight A student? She did want to find something and thought it would come to her when she was away at school, preferably someplace like Berkley or Cambridge, Ohio State, or even Michigan, someplace hopping and alive with people, with a nightlife and energy that would feed that part of her that at times was so bored living on her father’s ranch in Hoquiam, a quiet piece of the world where nothing ever happened.
“Dad…” she star
