...and sweetened my four-year foray from Boston into the land of Dixie-at-every-football-game. I may have been the Yankee from 830 miles north, but my bound-and-determined Selwyn roommate less than a two-hour drive from home had her own row to hoe at that bastion of future Junior League presidents.
By the middle of Orientation Week I realized she had an agenda beyond academics and by the time we’d boarded the chartered bus back to campus from a Davidson mixer, she was well into her master plan.
Johanna Lawrence Wheeler, The Chick Palace
A lakeside romp fueled by friendship, family,
and one old flame not averse to once again testing the waters.