Chapter 3My first year at college was amazing. It dragged, it flew by. I was glad to be on my own, I missed my family. In spite of my promise to Jenny, I saw other girls. How could I not?
When I returned home for the summer, I was amazed to find how small the neighborhood seemed to have gotten, but after a few hours, my perspective switched back to pre-college times, and it was as if nothing had changed at all.
Tony came over after dinner. We sat on the steps of the front porch, watching the lightning bugs and chug-a-lugging Cokes. He talked about being the first male Sabatini to ever go to college.
“Pop wants me to be a doctor. It should keep me out of the ‘police action.’” He sneered at the term.
“You’d want to go?” It wasn’t something I had to worry about. I’d dislocated my knee fal
