Jeremy managed it in about eighteen, taking the turns on his bike in a way that would have panicked his mother. She would have preferred he ride the train rather than use his little motorcycle on crowded freeways or narrow, curvy roads. But the train would have taken too long, and anyway, this was one of his ventures that his mother was never going to find out about. He’d been to the town once before for a gathering at a professor’s house. Four Oaks was a suburb, first of the university, then the other nearby colleges. Then, as the rent prices went up in the cities, it felt like everyone had fled to the surrounding areas. He could see why the place had been popular with the professor set for so long though. Four Oaks was laid out in neat lines. Near the center an old clock tower stood guard in the town square, and every little avenue and boulevard he noted along the main road had lots of Victorian-style buildings and cute shops, in addition to the necessary coffee house chains.
