You ever known one of those people who just always seem to have bad luck? Or maybe now that I’m a Christian I shouldn’t attribute it to luck, but I think you probably get what I’m saying. People who have one bad thing happen to them after another until you want to scream to the universe on their behalf, “Haven’t they been through enough?”
I’ve met quite a few people like that in my day. Kennedy’s one of them, actually. It seems like at least once a semester she’s getting into some kind of terrible trouble or danger. For being the kid of such a safety-paranoid father, she sure has managed to find herself at the wrong place at the wrong time more often than I would care to count.
Well, that’s how I’m guessing we all felt on the plane after Raul and a few other brawny passengers managed to
