Page 64 (1/2)

I look over at Peter, who is pouring Maggie a whiskey, a tender yet s expression on his face

How far would you go to get what you wanted?

And that’s when it hits ive h—real

No, scolds a voice intoo far Besides, if you write for The Nut, you’re a hypocrite You never hesitate to tell anyone ill listen that you hate The Nut Peter, who’s the editor

Yes, but what choice do you have? asks another voice Do you really want to do nothing, letting life just happen to you like you’re some kind of loser? If you don’t at least try to write for The Nutram

Hating myself, I head over to the bar, pour ie and Peter “Hi, guys,” I say casually, taking a sip of ht want to write for that newspaper of yours after all”

He takes a sip of his drink and looks at me, irritated “It’s not my newspaper”

“You knohat I mean”

“No, I don’t And it’s very difficult to communicate with a person who can’t be precise That’s riting is all about Precision”

And “authenticity” And “writing what you knoo other things I apparently lack I give Peter a look If this is what getting into Harvard does to a person, maybe Harvard should be banned

“I know it’s technically not your newspaper, Peter,” I say,his tone “But you are the editor I wasto what I assue—”

He glances at Maggie who gives him a quizzical look “I didn’t mean that,” he says “I mean, if you want to write for the paper, it’s fine with ens”

“No problem,” I say sweetly

“Oh, good,” Maggie says “I really want you guys to be friends”

Peter and I eye each other Never going to happen But we’ll pretend, for Maggie’s sake