Chapter Two
Moving Day
“What in the hell are you doing?”
My roommate, Ellen, stands in the doorway to my room. Early morning rays of the sun fall on a pile of clothes on the floor. I fling my one expensive evening dress on top of it. Ellen watches, aghast. A pair of pants and several shirts quickly follow, crushing the delicate lines of the dress.
“Kirsten, stop!” Ellen crouches and plucks the dress away before I can add anything more to the growing mountain. “What’s gotten into you? Your clothes are precious to you. You shouldn’t treat them like this.”
“They’re yours if you want,” I say. “I won’t need them where I’m going.”
“Where you’re ...? Kirsten, what’re you talking about?”
“A new world has accepted me.” I wave my arm over the vestments of my former life. “All this will just b
