Smoking in the girls’ room, sneaking a drink, napping
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Susan Perabo is the writer-in-residence at Dickinson College in Carlisle, Pennsylvania, and the author of two books of fiction: Who I Was Supposed to Be and The Broken Places. On the rare occasion that unexpected cash comes her way, her first instinct is to buy new socks.
They’d made it through all the Michaels, Carrie and Dan believed. They’d made it through Michael J. Fox’s comeback and Michael Vick’s arrest and Michael Douglas’s cancer, made it through the terrible summer when Michael Phelps won all those gold medals in swimming, and then the next terrible summer when Michael Jackson died on every channel for days and days.
The boy fell from the dormitory balcony sometime between two o’clock and four o’clock in the morning. It had already been snowing for several hours, and it continued to snow after he lay on the ground, so that by the time the dirty white truck rumbled up to the residential quad at 6:15 and three men — the university groundskeepers — climbed wearily from the back, armed with shovels, the snow was nearly six inches deep.