“Listen, I wanted to tell you something.”
Hector glanced his way briefly. “Sounds serious.”
“Yeah. I applied for medical school at USC, Keck School of Medicine and it’s been accepted.”
“Keck? How come?”
Sebastian bit his lip. “It’s a great school, too.”
“I know but…wait, is this about being near my brother?”
“Maybe. Yes. Are you mad?”
“Mad? No.” Hector shook his head. “I just want you to be sure you know what you’re doing. When we were kids you talked about going to Stanford.”
“I did go to Stanford.”
“For medical school, too. If Pablo is the one for you then he can wait for you to finish school.”
He sighed. “I know that. But maybe Ican’t wait. Look, my dream was to be a doctor. My grades are good enough I can practically go anywhere. Keck is a good choice and I’d be in residence right there in Los Angeles. It’s where I’d want to be eventually anyway.”
“You sure about this?”