March 25

“Or,” I add, “we didn’t drop out soon enough.” She nods. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I finish what I start.”
“Yeah,” she says, “and Dad would kill me if I told him I was dropping out. Still, by the time we get our degrees, they’re not gonna be worth the paper they’re printed on.”
“Maybe you could switch your major,” I say. “It’s not too late to get into languages. You like Japanese, don’t you?”
“You keep pushing me into that,” she says, frowning. “I mean, yeah, I should have listened to you and taken Japanese freshman year, but…”
“It’s no big deal, I was just kidding,” I say, half-meaning it. “You should do what you like.”
“I know, but I like being able to eat and pay for stuff,” she says darkly. “And if I can’t do that as a code monkey, I probably… I mean…”
“Hey, take it easy,” I say. “It’s not gonna be the end of the world when we get out. Anyway, we’ve still got time. How solid do you think that memo is?”
“Pretty solid,” she says. “I mean, it’s as solid as it comes. Luke knows me, and he knows I can’t be caught with stuff that’s no good.”

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