Thursday morning. Going down the stairs, I found John and Evan downstairs waiting for the meal. “Hey, John… Can I ask you a question?” I asked in my half-asleep state. “Sure, Eve, what's up?” John asked, sounding a little peppier than me. “Would it be okay with you if we sit next to the Dunkels today? Or at least during classes? I want them to know the plan and that we are trying to try to understand them. I really want to know if it is okay with you since we always sit together,” I said, not wanting to step on his toes. “Uhm, yeah. It would be okay, but the moment that they do anything I don’t like, we are leaving those seats,” he declared. “Well, that is not fair. You don’t like them and probably don’t even want me to go to their house… so??” I said with some sass. “You’re right. Bu

