To take the anxiety she felt like black static behind her eyes and an extra heart in her throat, and shove it all back down to her stomach where it belonged-where she could at least tie it into a nice knot and work around it. When the door shut behind them, she sat on the bare mattress that was apparently hers-feng shui was the least of her issues-and laid her head against the cinder block wall. If you've got feng shui issues, feel free to move my shit." She turned to the boy. "I took this side," she said, nodding to the pile of boxes on the right side of the room. Reagan nodded and fished in her purse for another cigarette. The boy grabbed it and put it in his own mouth. She had smooth, auburn hair and an unlit cigarette in her mouth. "Look, your roommate's here."Ī girl stepped around Cath in the doorway and glanced back coolly. Cath looked down at her room assignment again. He was tall and thin and tan, and he looked like he'd just taken off a stocking cap, dark blond hair flopping in every direction. "Do you have more boxes? You've got to have more boxes.
" Bigger than your fist," the boy said, dropping her hand and picking up the backpack she'd left outside the door. I think we're going to get a burger now do you want to get a burger? Have you been to Pear's yet? Burgers the size of your fist." He picked up her arm. "Do you have more stuff downstairs?" he asked. The bed on the other side of the room was already covered with clothes and boxes. The boy took the box out of her hands and set it on an empty bed. She knew that Pound was a co-ed dorm.… Is there such a thing as co-ed rooms ? This was a mistake-this had to be a mistake.
(She was holding a box anyway, what did he expect from her?) "Cath," she said, feeling a panicky jump in her stomach. "You must be Cather," the boy said, grinning and holding out his hand. Maybe Cath should try to catch her dad before he brought up the rest of her boxes. This was definitely room 913, but maybe it wasn't Pound Hall-all these dormitories looked alike, like public housing towers for the elderly.
Cath looked up at the number painted on the door, then down at the room assignment in her hand.
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