My parents were raising hell because my grades were dropping, so I had no choice. Get into a class I could sleep through and still get an “A.” Problem: only one class left, a sociology class plus a wicked-dull assignment. Pick a summer work-study project I could relate to and research it.
My luck, the only job left was pretty weird. Um, I gotta say, living in the mausoleum and helping save a kid from committing suicide was not the project I had in mind, but with help from copper-haired, hazle-eyed Link Hunnicut, I’ll manage.