sweet The breakup had stung, though. She missed having someone who would laugh at her jokes and eat the pickles she didn’t like, and someone who believed in her. After her parents had died ten years ago, she decided she wanted to change the world. She wanted to house the homeless, feed the poor, establish better education for inner-city kids, the works. Max had told her it was a pipe dream, and human services careers didn’t make nearly enough money. Either way, when she and Max had started dating, she had thought she had the perfect relationship. It was a pretty picture for a little while, but she refused to be a trophy, even if Max’s distasteful expression came up anytime she made herself heard.
“When do I have time for a boyfriend? I have four classes worth of homework to do, then I hav
