I’m preparing for another year at Beige University, again rooming with Rachel Einhorn. She’s become accustomed to college life now, and hardly ever charges when she encounters the unfamiliar.
She envies my proximity to Fenton, who rooms with Bob Shrike in the same dormitory as Rachel and I (one floor down). Rachel misses her longtime girlfriend Joan Hoof, who is still a senior back at Caliban Academy. (I’m actually impressed that they’ve been able to make a long-distance relationship work for all this time.) Joan will travel down here on Saturdays for the home games.
Speaking of the hunting competitions, my old roommate Rhonda is now a starter and one the team’s stars. Many sportswriters are speculating that she may even have what it takes to be drafted into the professional ranks when she graduates, but that’s down the road.
Fenton and I visit her and Quinn over at the family housing complex at every opportunity. We asked if she and Quinn will make the “family” designation official in their case, but they said no, for now. Rhonda did say that getting pregnant would actually help her prospects in the hunting field, as predator mothers are especially known for their aggressive protectiveness.
School starts in two weeks, but I’ll be home most weekends in September. Today's question: Do humans have professional hunting leagues?
