David, on the other hand, could see himself getting one degree - he was thinking Spanish and European history - and then making like his mother. Airline pilot or something. Travel the world and let Leigh carry the torch of being impressive. She was better at it than he was.

"You could probably take it at DePaul or Loyola as an auditor or something." Uncle Charlie's wife Rachel worked in the bursar's office at DePaul, so David had heard the ins and outs more than once. "Circumvent the Dean. Personally his argument with me was getting me to pick two electives in the first place. I ended up stuck in a philosophy and ethics class." Which wasn't all that bad, really, but that wasn't the sort of thing you could admit out loud.