CHAPTER 11The Agnes Gund House was an old, ivy-covered red-brick building set among the fancy-ass estates of Fraternity Row. On the day of my visit, the Sig Eps across the way had the volume up and the whole freaking street throbbed with the Beatles’ “Money.”
You know the best things in life are free
But you could leave ‘em to the birds and the bees
I wondered if Millie found any of the guys in the fraternity interesting. She told me she went to the Sig Ep house once with her roommate. They were all jerks, she said. Beer-guzzling jerks. When they didn’t drink beer, they talked about drinking beer. As for her fellow art students, they were a pretty radical bunch, according to Millie. Some were militant peaceniks with peace-sign armbands who not only protested the Vietnam War but wanted t
