“He had to slow down, and for the first rime on the long journey, he began to lag behind the group. Stumbling about blindly, he did not notice the group drawing farther and farther ahead of him. As if by magic, Uncle was suddenly at his side.”
“‘Months are different in college,’ Levi said, ‘especially freshman year. Too much happens. Every freshman month equals six regular months—they’re like dog months.’”