Exchanged

There are two types of people in the U.P.: people who are in love with it—the food, the geography, the unextraordinary history—and people who are just waiting to get out of it. Abandoning the basil, she marches over to Garrett and pulls him into a hug, her chestnut hair wobbling in the messy bun atop her head. “Gamarjoba!” she says. Plenty of people would love to paint pictures for a living, but almost none of them can actually support themselves at it. After everything that’s happened, after all the times his parents messed with his life this year, Garrett finally controls his own destiny.