  Two and a Half Years Later     &quot;Why is it always prodigal sons and never prodigal daughters?&quot; Andie&quot;s voice comes over the phone as I shift into the limo outside the terminal at DFW. &quot;Maybe women are smart enough not to go back.&quot; &quot;Or they didn&quot;t leave it so long in the first place.&quot; As the car pulls away, I slide my sunglasses up my nose. &quot;Going home might be the worst idea you&quot;ve had since becoming my roommate.&quot; &quot;It wasn&quot;t my idea. Haley invited you on behalf of her and your dad. I just played the dead dad card and reminded you that it sucks not to have a dad in the first place.&quot; &quot;You&quot;re right. And I&quot;ll be back in New York first thing Monday. You won&quot;t even notice I&quot;m gone,&quot; I say as we wind our way through the mass of ramps and overpasses. &quot;Well, someone noticed. He&quot;s been kn

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  &quot;There&quot;s a problem with your writing,&quot; Ms. Tamayo informs me, looking up from the computer in her office. It&quot;s quiet at Vanier since exams finished yesterday. Only a handful of students staying for the holidays remain, plus a number of the faculty. &quot;What&quot;s that?&quot; I ask. &quot;It&quot;s better than any other student&quot;s I&quot;ve seen. These lyrics you wrote are meaningful and specific.&quot; My shoulders relax. I didn&quot;t realize how much tension I was holding until she said those words. &quot;Thank you.&quot; &quot;I&quot;d like you to help me finish the book for this show. It doesn&quot;t pay much, but it&quot;s a good learning experience. And you should consider auditioning, at the right time.&quot; Excitement surges through me. &quot;I&q

Two and a Half Years Later     &quot;Why is it always prodigal sons and never prodigal daughters?&quot; Andie&quot;s voice comes over the phone as I shift into the limo outside the terminal at DFW. &quot;Maybe women are smart enough not to go back.&quot; &quot;Or they didn&quot;t leave it so long in the first place.&quot; As the car pulls away, I slide my sunglasses up my nose. &quot;Going home might be the worst idea you&quot;ve had since becoming my roommate.&quot; &quot;It wasn&quot;t my idea. Haley invited you on behalf of her and your dad. I just played the dead dad card and reminded you that it sucks not to have a dad in the first place.&quot; &quot;You&quot;re right. And I&quot;ll be back in New York first thing Monday. You won&quot;t even notice I&quot;m gone,&quot; I say as we wind our way through the mass of ramps and overpasses. &quot;Well, someone noticed. He&quot;s been knocking on the door again.&quot; Just what I need. &quot;I&quot;ll handle him.&quot; &quot;Oh, I don&qu

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