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Charlie
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THE REST OF the week, I avoided my father and put in some extra hours at the restaurant. Of course, my Uncle Vinnie must have heard the news about me wanting to attend culinary school, because he pressured me into talking to one of his head chefs, Paul. Fortunately, Paul didn’t give me the kind of advice my father had been hoping for.
“As long as it offers a diverse program with career assistance, you should be good to go,” he said, looking rushed.
“It’s supposed to have state-of-the-art training kitchens and even opportunities to study abroad.”
“I’m sure the programs there are just fine,” he said. “Can I ask why you’re thinking of going all the way to Iowa, though?”
My answer was honest. “I want to go somewhere else and start fresh without being under my family’
