Retrograde  Philip’s parents are away. He stares at the clouds that hang sullen on the horizon, stomach clenching when he remembers Jenny’s words. Her clarity that it’s not up to him. To console himself, he calls his buddies who bring booze, offer sympathy spiked with awe.  Wow. That’s rough, dude. I feel you.  Philip pictures Jenny at home throwing up, thinks he might too. He remembers her soft breasts against his chest, how they studied together for the SATs, but Jenny beat