“And became friends for life!” Sherri says, her voice sparkling with enthusiasm. “I love stories like that. That’s all I wanted when I started college, a roommate to be my best friend forever. Sadly, my freshman roommate was a dud.”
“Which is to say she didn’t get a sorority bid,” Sheila adds with a wink. “In Sherri’s circle that meant you were a total failure.”
Her tone is light, and Sherri tries to match it when she replies. “That’s not true and you know it! You should tell Liz the story about your freshman roommate.” She turns to Liz and whispers conspiratorially, “Talk about a match not made in heaven.”
Somehow they spend the next forty-five minutes telling college war stories over their food — wild roommates, bad boyfriends, mad adventures involving stolen shopping carts and six-pa
