It turned out that only four of us were not going home for the holidays, so they closed up the classrooms, the cafeteria, and all the dorms except for one. Didn’t matter which one, what mattered was that there were three of us boys and one girl. Who would share the bedroom with the girl? We drew lots. The girl got me. The other boy, a guy named David, got Tory. I was borderline sick to my stomach with jealousy, as was David.
I shouldn’t say boys and girl. We’re all over twenty-one by now, real adults, but the minute the real real adults, that is, the teachers and staff, left the campus, we turned about fourteen years old again. From the eyeballing that was going on, and the heavy sighs and pouting, it appeared that perhaps David and Angela, the girl, had something going on.
Wednesday nig
