Chapter 7
Jacksonville, FL
Kevin
DAVID AND I WERE both carrying full course loads this term for the same reason that we’d attended the summer session—we wanted our education to be finished as soon as possible so we could begin earning decent money. Given that he was an accounting major and I was a business major, we had some courses in common, although because we were in different schools, the textbooks weren’t the same.
We’d turned one of the bedrooms into a den complete with two desks, our computers, and shelves for all of our expensive textbooks. One evening I was sitting at my desk in the den, struggling with some accounting exercises, and I began to curse under my breath.
“What’s wrong?” David said, looking up from the textbook he was studying.
“I just don’t get this f*****g acc
