“So I was up all night at this divey bar whining to my friends about how I wanted a sign.” “A sign?” I ask. “You know,” she says. “A sign that it was okay to leave law school.” She honks at someone who tries to pass her. “And then we’re still fucked up, just walking it off, and it begins. The Towers, the hell, and the world goes insane, and my friends are like, holy shit. There’s your sign.”
no…book love is calling 9/11 a sign for her to not do law school ?
