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Samantha waited until the end of winter break to tell her mother she wasn’t going back to school. They sat at the palatial peninsula in her mother’s new Tribeca condo with a small village of Thai take-out containers between them. Her mother found out Samantha wasn’t going to do the prep courses, or take the LSAT, or shop around for law schools to apply to in the fall, and the room became so airless Samantha thought she would choke. When her mother did speak it was over the acerbic rip of plastic lids she sent scudding to the floor.
“You have got to be kidding me right now Sammy.
“Of all the stupid, idiotic things.
“You can’t just drop out of school to what? Work on a tan? Huh!
“This is the most important semester! How’re you going to get a good internship now?
“Tell me how!
