“What’s wrong with you? Something’s wrong.”
“I broke up with Millie. Or she broke up with me.”
There was a lull. I could hear my father’s wheezing. “Is this the Jew?”
“This is the Jew.”
“Can’t say your mother and I didn’t warn you. She would’ve been disastrous for you, son. And not only for your career. In their heart of hearts, they’re all atheists. They crucified the Christ.”
“I f*****g hate you!” I slammed the phone so hard, the clerk at the Commodore said, “Hey! Watch that!”
I sat shivering on a bus bench in front of Severence Hall. The early morning commute was well on its way when I got up and walked to the Agnes Gund House. Only to find out Millie had gone home for the weekend.
What I did next was walk to the Rapid station and climb the wire fence, like I used to in my high s
