Vic had never been anyplace other than home, here, Chicago and New York, but he'd read and heard and seen enough to know just how bad it could be for people like him. It made him vaguely queasy, sometimes, if he let himself think about it. Especially if he thought about what might come after school. When he'd been younger he'd just assumed the same life path all his friends had: high school to college to some kind of professional job, maybe in the city rather than back in the small town they'd grown up in. Now...he really wasn't sure. So mostly he just kept focused in the here and now, and tomorrow would hopefully take care of itself.
"What, you mean the entire world doesn't celebrate the Fourth of July and American Thanksgiving?" Victor turned a wide-eyed, melodramatically shocked look his way. "Didn't anyone ever tell them that was un-American!?"