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fit of laughter even though she knew he didn't mean it as a joke. She couldn't picture Huck being a CEO, wearing a suit and tie to work, calling the shots.
    Huck leaned away from her, looking offended.
    "What's so funny?" he said.
    "I just don't see you being the business type," Sarah said. "You're Huck. You've been a cowboy your whole life."
    "That doesn't mean anything. I'm my own person--I can be whatever I want."
    Sarah controlled the laughing, feeling a little guilty that he had taken it the wrong way.
    "I'm not saying you can't do it," she said, rubbing him on the shoulder. "It's just...I've never pictured you that way."
    "I'm a business major, so maybe you should try to start picturing me that way."
    "Of course..." Sarah pursed her lips together, tightly, and stopped rubbing his shoulder when he leaned away from her. She didn't mean to offend him like that--it was all in good fun. An awkward silence hung over the table for a second while Huck distracted himself with his napkin. Sarah was thankful when two waiters showed up with their food. The steaks they ordered smelled so good it diffused the situation, handily.
    "So, Sarah..." her father said between bites, "...what kinds of classes are you taking this semester?"
    "Mostly just boring Gen Eds," she said. "But I do have an Intro to Creative Writing class that I'm looking forward to."
    Her mom let out an exaggerated sigh. It was the first sound she'd made most of the night.
    "Is something wrong?" Her father asked, a look of genuine concern on his face. He was a smart guy, but he was still a guy.
    "Sarah, you're sure you want to study this writing stuff?" she said.
    "Mom, we've been over this. I'm majoring in Journalism , not writing ." She held her fingers up, making air quotes as she spoke.
    "I just don't see what you're going to do with it. Wouldn't it be smarter to get a technical degree like engineering or business? You can really go somewhere with that."
    "Denise..." Her dad tried to calm her, but Sarah didn't need his help.
    Her mom had never been supportive of her decision to study journalism, but if she was going to be the one going to college, she was going to study something she was interested in.
    "There are plenty of jobs out there for writers. Maggie told me the band has journalists following them around all the time. Besides, Huck is studying business. He's going to be a big shot CEO one day, and we're going to live in a mansion."
    She flashed a wink at him, hoping to make up for what she'd said earlier. The look on his face told her he was even more uncomfortable now than he was before.
    "Those journalists are the exceptions," her mother said. "And even then, they're probably barely scraping by. You've never had to know what it was like to barely make ends meet."
    Sarah pinched her lips together, forcing herself to remain quiet. She didn't want to get into a big argument on her parent's last night in town. They'd been over this same argument time and time again, and she already knew where it was going.
    "Can we talk about something other than school?" she said.
    "Don't forget that school is the reason you're here," her mom said, not letting it go.
    "What's that supposed to mean?" Sarah said.
    "We don't need you going around, partying it up, and wasting our tuition money. You're here to get an education--even if it is in something like writing ." She fixed both Sarah and Huck with rigid stares. Huck started to mouth "Yes, ma'am," but Sarah felt anger boiling up in her stomach.
    "It's Journalism ," Sarah said, through gritted teeth. "And, of course we know why we're here. Do you not trust us?"
    "I think what she's trying to say..." Her dad started, cutting her mom off before the discussion even more heated, "...is that we remember what it's like to be young and go off to school. There are a lot of...distractions, but we trust that you'll make good choices."
    Suddenly, Sarah felt like she had been lured into an ambush. She understood exactly what her father