It's official. I'm eighteen and a young woman with endless possibilities on my way to reunite with my mom in Colorado after five years apart-she had a little weed incident in Nebraska. At the airport, she springs the news on me ... she's leaving for a month of job training. And me? I'm left on my own in the basement she's renting from the fisherman, aka her landlord who lives upstairs. He's ten years older than me. Never wears a shirt. And makes it hard to remember all the things I learned at Christian Academy. Did I mention he's also my new boss?