Chapter 12: So I Might Be Turning Into a Shakespeare Buff

"What'd you do, go back to school when I wasn't looking?" my brother asks me. "I hate to say it, Maggie, but taking on even more student loans is probably not the best idea right now."

I look up from the huge book in my lap. I can only imagine what Justin is thinking - there he is, just home from his respectable, grown-up job, still in his suit and tie, and the first thing he sees is me spread out on his couch, flipping through a huge book with the TV on in the background. And wearing leggings that definitely don't pass the bend-over test. Chadwick, his cat, is curled up on my stomach, purring.

"Shouldn't you be sending out more resumes or something?" he says.

"I sent out sixteen today," I tell him patiently. I also called and emailed the woman who was supposed to interview me but - no surprise - she hasn't returned any of my messages. My brother of all people knows how hard I've been working to find a job - he's not the sort of guy who would let me stay with him otherwise - but he'