CHAPTER ELEVEN
So my undergrad days were over, and I had nothing lined up for grad school. I had done some research to see which schools offered what programs, and I knew what I’d have to do to apply. I just hadn’t taken any action.
El Speed was back in Maine, and all the other students I had known had left for their respective homes or summer jobs. I kept expecting to feel the kind of nostalgia (or worse) that ought to come with leaving a part of my life and a number of friends behind, but it didn’t come. Or it didn’t hit very hard. Or maybe it couldn’t find its way through the shitty feeling of leaving Gram to die all alone.
Nina was far away in Manhattan and completely absorbed in her work and her new life with Luc. She’d told me a little more about him when she’d come up for my grad
