an octave higher than
normal。 ？And that chick was right； too？there are； like； paths； right； and sometimes they just 。 。 。
diverge。 Right？？
Whoa。
？I don？t know about paths；？ Dan replied； even though the whole paths…diverging thing was
actually borrowed from Robert Frost？s poem ？The Road Less Traveled；？ which he？d actually
quoted in his graduation speech。 ？I？m kind of sick of all this New Age bullshit； to tell you the
truth。？
？Yeah？？ asked Nate。 It sounded kind of cool to him。
Of course it did。
n exits stage left
Nate pushed past a couple of girls in fullon shimmy mode and scanned the room。 It was so
crowded he could barely find a familiar face。
Or maybe he was just too baked。
He hadn？t expected to have any kind of epiphany at this dumb Hollywood party。 This was
supposed to be the summer when he got serious； when he turned his back on parties and pot and
chasing girls who were more trouble than they were worth。 This was supposed to be the summer
he worked hard and used his hands and did some honest； challenging labor and got to know
himself and prepared for his career at Yale。 Captain Archibald and even Coach Michaels were
determined that Nate head off to Yale a different man； a new man； able to handle responsibility。
And now； suddenly； Nate felt like he alreadywas that new guy。
That was fast。
Something Dan had said really stuck with him： his life was right here； waiting for him； inside this
shitty； overcrowded apartment。 The girl he was meant to be with was right here； and the only
honorable thing to do was to break the news to the girl hewasn？t meant to be with。
But he couldn？t find Tawny？s famili