I climbed into the upper bunk. I wanted to go to that college. I lay thinking about how I was going to spring, this California college thing, on my unsuspecting parents. I looked at the letter and wondered why the school hadn’t’ asked about my grades at Marquette, or of my acting experience. In fact, they didn’t ask me much of anything.
A few nights later, I called Bobbi and told her about being accepted. She said she thought it was great. Even so, she seemed aloof and didn’t mention anything about getting together. I took this as a strong hint that she was hooked up with someone else, and our short affair was over.
A few days later, I showed the letter to a smiling, Mac. I asked him for a couple of days off to go home and talk to my parents. He agreed, and the following week Mac gave me
