Sunday, July 12, 2015


Just at teeny tiny.  And just in the knick of time.

Two evenings later, after her transfer student orientation meetings, her trips to the bookstore, and her careful work of transferring her clothes to the built-in dresser and her pencils to the upper right desk drawer, Norah rubbed her hands nervously down the sides of her jeans.  Peter was due in Smith Hall within the half hour.

She’d called him from the hallway phone on her first night in Smith.

“I’m here!” she said, breathless, as he’d picked up the phone.

“All checked in?” he asked, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

“My dad dropped me off this afternoon,” Norah continued.

“How’s the orientation?” Peter continued.

“Oh you know,” Norah rolled her eyes at the cinder block wall and then turned around, sliding her back along it until she was sitting.  “It’s been scintillating.”

“Everything you ever wanted to know about Appleton?”

“I guess,” Norah said.  “Did you the Health Center is open until 11pm on Thursday nights to accommodate more student appointments?”

“I had no idea,” Peter laughed.

“Anyway,” Norah continued.  “I can’t wait for you to get here.”

“Me neither,”

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