Robert had a room on the same floor as mine freshman year, but I noticed him for the first time in the dining-hall lunch line. I was waiting for a plateful of baked ziti when he struck up a conversation with the guy behind the counter – this tall, kind of rickety black guy, maybe fifty years old, …
You Don’t Have To Live Like This
‘Things started going wrong at my ten-year college reunion – or I guess I mean that I realized how wrong they had gone.’
I Robert had a room on the same floor as mine freshman year, but I...