I’m in the locker room grabbing some stuff from my locker before heading home now that my shift is over when I suddenly hear Delta Eric’s voice booming from right beside me. And since he doesn’t really have the sort of voice that booms on its own, I glance up to see what shenanigans he’s up to. He has a piece of cardboard rolled up into a cone that he’s using as a megaphone, which takes me all the way back to grade school. And not in a good way.
“Your mate is all moved in,” he repeats for the second time.
“Into the dorms?” I question him, confused. “I thought you said we were doing that around dinner time?”
“I said by dinner time, as in before then. I didn’t know exactly when.”
“And you’re waiting until now to tell me? I wanted to be there.”
“You were busy with work,” he grins at me s
